For the first time in two weeks (and the last time for another week and a half), I have a day...and I'm almost too tired to enjoy it. Nonetheless, I'm going to have some fun today if it kills me. I'm making the 2 1/2 drive to Pittsburgh to catch a baseball game at PNC Park. It's too bad I wasn't able to do this earlier in the week, because the Astros were in town. Be that as it may, at about 130pm EDT, I'll be sitting somewhere behind home plate, catching a ballgame and working on my sunburn...and probably enjoying every minute of it...because tomorrow morning it's back to the salt mines.
Man, who'd have thought I'd be so happy to see a single day off come my way? Or that I'd have to drive to Pittsburgh to relax? What a long, strange trip it's been, eh?
