There was a part of yesterday’s blog post which I wanted to include, but I forgot.
As Phillip and I left Uwajimaya, on our way to the streetcar, there was a Bolt Bus parked by the transit center, possibly loading passengers. Phillip said that it would be fun to take a spur-of-the-moment trip to Portland, right then, spend the night at The Mark Spencer, and come home the next day. I think he was serious. He sounded serious. Why not, he said, we have tomorrow off and nothing planned.
The idea actually appealed to me. I could imagine us doing just that. The only problem, I replied, is that we’d have to get back before seven o’clock tomorrow morning. Oh yeah, said Phillip, sounding disappointed, that’s right.
Who in their right mind would schedule a dental appointment at 7:00 in the morning on their day off? Me, that’s who. But, to be fair to myself, I made the appointment four months ago, and back then January 16th didn’t click in my mind as anything special.
It wasn’t until my boss approved my request for a half hour of sick leave, two weeks ago, that it occurred to me that I’d have the day off and didn’t need to request the sick leave.
So my day off started with the alarm waking me up, and me walking to the dentist’s office.