Scotch and Sunday

After taking a weekend off from everything, I've decided to prepare for the upcoming week the best way I know how: drinking. A beer mug is the best I could find, but I filled it to the top line of the design with ice and then I filled the mug a quarter of the way with Chivas Regal. Finally, I topped it off to the ice line with water from the reverse-osmosis tap at the sink. Can't go muddying my tasty drink with that nasty Peoria-area water.

I guess I could say I'm celebrating tonight. I've decided that after a week of being, yet again, down with the sickness that I'm ready to be well again. Also, last week was one of those sweeps week-like in terms of things happening. You name it, it occurred. Reappearance of long lost hot guy? Check. Broken equipment. Check. I stopped shipments from multiple facilities. Basically, I bamf-ed it out. And I felt like hell and probably should have been at home in my jammies, but I toughed it out and went at it.

So raise a glass and here's to me. I rock. This week and then one more week after that and I'm off to Florida, potential future home of mine. I don't know when or how I'll end up there, but I'd like to think it's somewhat of a certainty. It's weird there and it's warm. Basically, it's my kind of place. I don't think my story here is over quite yet, but it's fun to drink my scotch and contemplate what's on the horizon.