Nawlins

Sigh! It is a glorious Friday morning. The sun was out, the birds were chirpin', and hippopotamuses were singing. =) Okay, it was more like the sound of my air conditioner was churning loudly, and all I could see was the brightness with which my room has been nicely illuminated.

Ah, Friday. The official start of the weekend. A day when you plan on doing lots of fun after you put in the requisite eight hours. But not me. Nosireebob. I've got to get packing as I'm flying out to New Orleans at 14:50. How sucky is that? Oh, yeah, I forgot. It's for work! And I won't return till Monday. Sigh!

As I look to the heavens above, I pray that I won't feel down {while staying at the French Quarter}, will eat healthily {give me some of that buttery gumbo, etouffee, jambalaya, and heart clogging seafood cooked in butter and served with a side of melted butter}, have plenty of exercise {walking up and down Bourbon Street}, will stay off of liquor {isn't it hurricane season right about now?}, and will not lust after the hot women down there {I better keep an eye out for them Adam's apple}. Amen!