Happy Thursday everyone. Welcome to payday, those of you who work for the state. At least, here in Tallahassee. I wonder if state employees all over Florida get paid tonight, at midnight. Either way, Ash and I do and that makes me very happy.

In traditional Tallahassee summer fashion, it has rained a lot lately. Yesterday was an all day affair, the rain pausing only briefly around one o’clock, which was convenient for me to head out to lunch. Once again I did the Suwannee Room, but I ventured into the faculty/staff private dining area. The chairs are comfortably squishy and it is much quieter in there. Although I don’t mind eating with the students, this special room made for a relaxing lunch and also allowed me to grade some papers.

Ash’s flag football game was called on account of the storms so we finally made it to the store. Does this happen to you? You depserately need to go grocery shopping; you’re eating the last of the canned vegetables, there’s no milk, no fruit, no lunchmeat, no nothing. And yet, you somehow put it off. We probably should have gone on Monday, the milk ran out on Tuesday morning. I wanted the night to be beautiful like Tuesday – breezy and clear – so David and I (and the wives of other players) could enjoy a game of football at Tom Brown Park. But it worked out for the best: today I have a yummy sandwich.

I have been here for almost an hour – I don’t think today is going to be all that great. It’s just a feeling, I don’t know this for sure.  But I am tired, even though I think I slept for about seven straight hours, dreamlessly. I am contemplating coffee but I think I need a day to detox my body. I was not feeling so hot after coffee yesterday and then, once I got home and had fallen asleep for almost five whole minutes before Ash woke me to tell me about the football cancellation, my stomach was raging war against my body. It felt swollen and bubbly, like it was doing backflips within my abdominal cavity. Ugh. I thought maybe it was some slight heartburn, possibly from the garlic in the pasta at lunch. But the thought of eating food – which was probably the issue since it was around ten at night when I tried forcing anything down – made me think I would going to hurl. Finally, and with much mental preparation, I managed to down a bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats. And then a piece of toast. And one slice of turkey. And a swig of milk. And then I felt ok. Dinner of champions right there.

I’m feeling anxious today and bored at the same time. Talk to me, leave me comments. I need a diversion from this desperate plea inside for the weekend to come.