First day 'alone' on the job...

...as it were.

The Russian side connived to supply just exactly a quantity of radiograms (nine) sufficient to occupy me, with no breaks to speak of, from my arrival at 9 am to 4:50 pm.

I spent the remainder of my shift - to 5 pm - luxuriating in the prospect of getting my stuff together and going home.

So here I am.

Laundry is a high priority, but then again, so is going to watch a movie.

N-no.

As much as I'd like to go watch something on the silver screen, I really need to wash some clothes. Or maybe eat.

If I'm smart about it, I can eat, wash some clothes and go see a movie, but I am making way too much of it all in this post, which means I'll be fortunate to get undressed tonight and go to bed.

Actually, I also have a hankering to do some exercise, in the form of bowling. (That's exercise, right?) It's been a dog's age since I've gone bowling.

The possibilities are endless.

Natalie R. called today and asked if I would be willing to stay another week. My initial reaction is to say no, but a call home indicates that the driveway has been resurfaced. If my calculations are correct, the cost of a resurfaced driveway might just be covered by an extra week's stay in this pesthole of a town, so I think I will call back tomorrow and agree to stay for an extra 7 days. I hope that, whatever it is she assigns me to, it'll be something during the day.

(My, how easy I am to please, eh?)

Regrettably, I have already poured the better part of two beers down my gullet, so any attempt to venture out by car will have to be put on hold for just a bit. (Yes, I know that two beers represent a pitifully small amount of alcohol, but that's the way I am, okay?)

Is there anything to eat in this house?

Cheers...