"Saturday, in the...office?"

So much for a Chicago song quote.  Yes, I am at the office, writing this quickly then leaving.  I've accomplished what I really wanted to do this morning, and am just too antsy to stay much longer.  By Monday I'll be refreshed and ready to work eleven hour days again...

It is a bit strange coming in on the weekend.  The first shocker came when I pulled on the outside door to the building - and nothing happened.  It was just before seven, and the recreation center located in our building doesn't open until seven on the weekends.  Fortunately, our ID cards work as magic door lock openers.  In the fourteen years I've been here, I think I've only had to do that twice before.

Cruised into our offices, turning on only the single row of lights that runs parallel to the wall my office is on.  Have I mentioned that my office is aaaaaaall the way to the back of the room, as far from the main doors (and kitchen, and bathrooms) as you can get?  So I keep my phone handy, and every time I hear the office doors open, I pop out of my office with my phone in my hand, finger poised to dial, to see if it is friend or foe.

Um, yeah - might not want to do that when the person entering is a campus policewoman, surprised to see lights in our office, coming in to check with her hand already hovering over her hip...yes, some of our campus police are armed.

That certainly qualifies as my excitement for the day.

Now it is off to the grocers.  The plan is to buy a monster beef roast (they have meat sale going) to throw in the crockpot tomorrow with tons of cremini mushrooms and onions, doused in red wine/beef broth.  Assuming the power doesn't go off while I'm at church (big storms predicted for tomorrow, though not really until evening) I'll come home to a wonderful Sunday dinner.

You're invited, if you are in the neighborhood (seriously, if you are local, just let me know).

Once the shopping is done, I'm not sure what will happen.  I'm not in the mood to work on the gigantic quilt, but might start a small project involving silk duponi purchased six years ago at the Milwaukee Public Museum gift shop, bamboo handles and plastic needlepoint canvas.

It's nicer than it sounds - trust me.

The clock is about to strike noon - off I go!