Today is the first day of Olof’s vacation. He’s off work until August 21, seven long weeks from now. So guess what we’re doing right now.
No, really … guess!
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He’s working.
The phone rang (I just typed “rage” and had to go back and change it — Freudian slip, much?) this morning at 5 o’clock, alerting him to some work situation that he simply had to see to immediately, in the wee hours of the morning, on a Saturday morning, on the first day of his vacation. After taking the call he did come back to bed for a couple of hours, but he’s had his nose to the grindstone ever since he got up again. It’s downright leisurely, I tell you.
That sucks! Yoshi has no vacation this year. He got stuck with a bunch of students for the summer. He said he will take his vacation in January instead, and we will go somewhere warm and pleasant.
Typical! Sounds like my husband..always working even when he’s not supposed to be!