The Best Laid Plans

I have a ridiculous amount of work to do this weekend. This includes "work work," with deadlines, and also packing up my office, because our entire firm is moving to a new building. Despite this, and how behind the ball I am on the whole packing thing, and how incredibly stressed I am about all the things I need to accomplish in the next two or three weeks, I carefully planned my day to allow for 2 hours in the sun.

Laying out in the sun has begun to feel like a necessity for some reason. It relaxes me and helps me trick myself into thinking I'm taking advantage of our short summer, rather than wasting it all away inside my office.

I checked the weekend forecast this morning, mulled over the possibilities, and chose today for laying out instead of tomorrow. Today was predicted to be 80 degrees and partly cloudy, and tomorrow 79 with even more clouds. I ran some errands, went for an hour walk (much needed), and headed over to my folks to catch some rays. During the time it took me to walk from their porch to their back patio, the clouds began to roll in. After 20 minutes of sitting in the shade in my bikini I briefly went back inside to tell my Mom the obvious: I was less than thrilled with the weather situation.

Dad came home from his walk a bit later and when he saw my car said to my Mom, "I hope Kelly didn't come over to lay out." Yeah. He popped some popcorn and joined me out on the patio. Every passing minute I became more irritated by the clouds, and continually weighed the pros and cons of giving up and heading into work, versus staying put in the hopes of catching some fleeting sun.

Pops: Was that thunder?
Me: Don't talk to me about thunder, Dad.
Pops: Huh? Did you hear that? Do you think that was thunder?
Me: Dad! No, I did not hear thunder, and if you keep saying "thunder" someone is going to get hurt and you are the only person I see.
Pops: Maybe it was a truck.