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Today is the last day of my little vacation. I am most sad about this for a number of reasons, not the least of which is my desire to not have to go back to work tomorrow (but not wishing to be fired or seriously injured, Universe). I'm debating swimming, as I haven't done that all week, but I'm also not sure what exactly I'm meant to be doing today, and swimming takes a nice chunk out of my day. It's times like this I wish I had my own pool (I quickly reverse this wish when I think about upkeep) as then I could just go whenever and not have to worry about the whole running into eleventy billion people and worrying about all the kids doing horrible things in said pool.


My CYO should, knock on wood, be here today. Cass is also supposed to visit but I don't know when, and it sounds like Mums is trying to take me out for part two of yesterday's adventures. I'm also kinda cramp-tastic, which is probably contributing to my waffling on the swimming.


But the biggest reason I'm bummed about the end of my days off is that my uncle cancelled his visit. :( This was probably the first time I hadn't hit panic level 5 when dealing with someone visiting and it doesn't help that it's his health keeping him home. I worry.

Well, we'll ponder these things more when I'm back from either swimming and showering or just showering. Wish me luck.