is it spring yet?

That wailing sound you hear, all the way from here to where ever you are? That's me.

Tomorrow, October 19th has been the scheduled date for the town-wide hayride for, oh, two months now. And it's been GORGEOUS here for about a month, beautiful crisp New England fall weather, leaves on display, nary a rain drop in sight...the whole deal.

I'm the hayride event coordinator. I have 277 girls and adults signed up to go. Two hundred and seventy seven. I've put hours and hours into planning this event, and we've laid out money. Real money.

And the weather report for tomorrow? Crap. Total crap. Chance of rain, a million percent.

So we've moved it to Thursday, the rain date, when the chance of rain is only half a million percent. But it's just not as convenient for everyone, and they're none too pleased, but I can't hand back money, and I'm totally waking-up-at-five stressed about the whole thing.

And I'm sick again. Sneezing, hacking from the post-nasal drip, feeling warm and cold and warm and cold, throwing off the blankets, asking Andrew for more blankets, all of it. Apparently, my immune system has a big old VACANCY sign hanging on the door, and all sorts of beasties are coming to investigate the new and exciting hospitable environment.

Bleah.

I wanna go to Florida.

Posted by volfie at October 18, 2004 11:57 AM