(Because I have better things to do tomorrow than hang out in Blogland, and I hope you do, too! Hooray Fourth of July!)
1. Anyone else see the error in this?
(And no, it’s not “life gets better,” though I would argue that that’s an error because anyone who thinks sweaty and hot = better is nuts, at least in my winter-biased opinion).
Nights do not get longer during the summer, people. They get shorter. Markedly shorter. Like almost six hours shorter from January to July. Unless, of course, this pithy iPhone cover is significantly more insightful than I’m giving it credit for, considering that yes, technically nights DO get longer, in Chicago by about a minute per day, all summer long, because the sun starts rising later and setting earlier every single day of summer. But something tells me this iPhone in all its beachy, summer-championing glory, is not trying to subtly remind all of us that each passing day of summer brings us one day closer to winter.
2. Yesterday marked a full year at work for me, and it is time for CHANGE! Not work change, because I’m quite happy at my job, but not-work-at-work change. When I started this job I told myself I would use my down time wisely, i.e.: I would limit my Facebooking to once or twice a day, and I spend the rest of my time doing something useful, like writing. That lasted exactly one day. Fail. So! I’m trying to get break my awful habit of Ctrl + T + f + enter, which has become such a reflex of mine I don’t even realize I’m doing it until suddenly I find myself on Facebook. Not okay. Instead I want to do worthwhile things, like actually work on that novel I wrote during NaNoWriMo back in November and promised promised promised myself I would edit…and never did. Fail again. Or teach myself how to use the various Adobe software I have on my computer. Or do ANYTHING but Facebook.
3. This upcoming four day weekend for the Fourth has me so excited I could cry. At the moment I have exactly two plans for Thursday and Friday (run on Thursday, haircut on Friday), and that is IT. I can do whatever I want on those two days! I could go to the beach! I could go shopping! I could go exploring! I could go get my groceries whenever I darn well please! I really don’t mind my job, but the whole 9 to 5 thing really puts a damper on doing anything on a weekday, so I am STOKED to have TWO weekdays with no work. I think out of all my options, the beach holds the most promise, provided the weather holds out. I’ve been to the beach exactly zero times since I moved to Chicago, and that’s unacceptable. Plus my freckles, which only come out in the summer, are still in hiding, probably due to the whole slave-to-my-desk rather than working-outside-at-camp thing. Regardless, I really do like my seasonal freckles and I think the beach could be the perfect way to coax them out.
Fun plans for the Fourth?