Monday Report

This weekend was a success. The message got out and people listened, more importantly, people care. The word free brings out the crazies alongside the sincere, but all in all, it was an exciting thing of which to be apart. 9,000 people came through the museum this weekend. 9,000. 7,000 of those were on Saturday and Sunday, leaving me exhausted. I was falling asleep by eight last night, but made myself read a couple chapters, send some text messages, and then I was out by 9:15. When my alarm went off at 6:30, I still wanted to sleep. I don't think I am liking these dark mornings very much. Blah.

I would say that I'm looking most forward to tomorrow morning and a chance to sleep in, but driving home last night I noticed a crack in my windshield. There is no chip or point of impact, and the crack goes from the base to the middle, leading me to believe it is a stress crack. That means I have to call Buff Whelan on my lunch hour and go sit in a GM dealer's service department tomorrow. If it's a stress crack they have to replace it, if it's not, then well, I just really need it to be a stress crack. I don't have time for it to be anything else.

Long day Monday. 7 hours in a cube then a few more babysitting. Those kids are going in their bedrooms at 8, I don't care what Jody says. Ha. Then I'll have a couple hours to try and finish this book. ;)

Now, I have to finish getting ready for work. Byebye.