Also, I’m home. Yay, New Jersey. My flight was almost an hour early, thanks to an 80-100 mph tail wind. And the plane was practically empty - also nice. I had my nice window seat with no one next to me and no one kicking the seat behind me or leaning back in the seat in front of me. Heavenly.

I am tired. Physically and mentally. I have to go to work tomorrow and am debating driving in so I can give myself an extra hour of sleep… or just leaving on the early train since I don’t know how many hours of legitimate productivity I’ll be able to handle. Sigh.

The best thing about this week will be a four-day weekend. I shall be taking my compensatory days on Thursday and Friday. Delicious. There’s plenty to do, but at least I’ll be doing what I WANT to do.

Crap. I don’t think I have any clean “work” clothes for tomorrow. Hrm. If I can locate a skirt and tights, I’ll be all set for the 49 degree rainy weather tomorrow. I need some tall boots, yes I do.

There is light rain here. I am glad.

This seems to be happening a lot lately - I’m getting tired far more quickly, far more intensely and far more frequently. It’s stress; I know this. I can feel it.

I tried to engage in some retail therapy tonight with a friend from work. Normally, I can find something at Century 21 to scratch that itch. Tonight? Nothing. I tried on some fall boots, some dresses, browsed expensive handbags - and nothing smiled at me devilishly, saying, “You know you want me… take me home tonight. I don’t want to let you go ’til you see the light.” (Yes, that’s Eddie Money. What of it??).

However, I did find boots that I want, but I’ll have to wait until they hit stores later this month. I’ll need to try them on since Shorty McShortersons gals like me who have a bit’o'meat on their bones (and/or well developed calf muscles) have been known to run into problems with tall boots. There’s a whole issue with the boots being designed for much taller, willowy lasses. Those lasses usually have plenty of wiggle room all around their calves in tall boots because the widest part of their leg is at the top of the boot; for me, being short-legged, the widest part of my calf is much lower down the boot (say, near a tall person’s ANKLE) and makes it nearly impossible to find ones that will zip up over that part of my leg.

That said, I remain hopeful that I will try on the new Angora boots from Born and find them to be PERFECT.

And hope springs eternal. Just like my hope that I’ll find a suitable apartment in a non-ghetto area within my price range, ideally on the lower end so I’m not spending 50% of my monthly income on rent. 50% already goes to paying off school loans and credit card debt and car insurance and car payments and other sundry expenses like gas and visits to the doctor and PSE&G bills and the occasional mad dash to the British food store. So, if I want to have money for, I don’t know, food and toilet paper, I sort of have to find something on that lower end.

Since I haven’t been providing high quality narrative posts or commentary lately (or in the last few years, depending on your tastes) here’s a song. Perhaps it’s a bit “twee”, but I love the harmonies. It brings me right back to high school choir and madrigal singing ensemble.

It’s called “Chicago” by Lucy Wainwright Roche (yes - her half-siblings are Martha Wainwright and Rufus Wainwright):

And, OK. Here’s another treat. Speaking of harmonies, here’s a song called “Melody Day” by Caribou.