Of course, to get my mind off the upcoming week, I needed some brainless wandering this morning. Oh boy, do I want stuff.

I know I should want this for my grandsons (I’m sure they would each love one), but with my extremities coming up on their winter of discontent (translation: frostbite in the house because the Thriller insists on turning down the thermostat to the “frigid” setting), I can see myself lounging comfortably on the couch at night with it.

A cell phone pen. ‘Nuff said. Or maybe this cool Green Phone that recycles when you’re done with it. Awesome.

Of course, these two items are just in the concept stage. Who predicts that telecommunication will one day be inside our bodies, and we just speak a command to page someone? I predict this.

I want everything from this site. Yes, I admit it. While I’ve been forced to wait an extra month for my next cake decorating class to begin, I have found a new obsession.

Hahaha. I don’t want a pug, but this made me laff.

SHYEAH!

A meatball grilling basket? Why don’t I come up with these ideas first?

I know Williams Sonoma makes a hamburger grilling basket for people like me who are clumsy and tear apart the meat trying to flip over the burger. But spaghetti with meatballs that were cooked over a charcoal grill? That is a taste I want to test drive.

So if you’re going out today, fiends…

On my last official 24 hours of vacation, the Js are going to come spend the day. Fun! I’m not sure what all we’ll do, but we will definitely find some kind of mischief to get into.

Tonight, the Thriller and I will dine on the beef stew that cooked all day, and have a relaxing evening at home. Once tomorrow hits, the insanity begins. Yippy. Into the Great Wide Open.

Of course, that journey begins with the video on bloodborne pathogens, union meeting, two staff meetings (those of us who teach both middle school and high school are lucky like that), finishing up the last of my classroom preparations (I admit I have yet to file last spring’s music), and doing some more lesson planning, copying, cleaning, and phone-calling. Then I’ll be ready for Tuesday.

Why do I have Monday off? I dunno. We’re just awesome like that, I guess. Or they did it so chumps like me could spend the whole time at school anyway.

OK — boys arrive in 25. Gotta get the coffee refilled and on with the day. Hang in there, fiends — it’s almost the end of the week!

All right, stop it. I’m doing it again. Looking at a list of 25 “things” I need to get done not as a separate delineation of tasks, but as a huge cloud of ain’t-gonna-happen. Why do we big-picture thinkers get into trouble like this?

I think it’s just laziness. I don’t want to actually get up, make the decision to dive in, and dive in. I like the planning/thinking stage, and the getting up isn’t a problem. It’s the starting; the initial stages of “I have such a long way to go” that I hate.

Or, I could just shut up, quit complaining, finish this post, and dig in.

Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. After coffee, breakfast, a walk on the treadmill, and catching up on last night’s episode of The Newsroom.

Last four days of freedom, here I go.