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While Thanksgiving week was lots of fun and I got a lot of rest (I was livin' the life of Riley I was, not to repeat myself, though I did) the end of that week and the beginning of the current week really blew away all that rest I had.
For on Sunday we all piled into the The Missus Mobile at oh-dark-thirty and drove the 150+ miles from Chez Sarge back to the Auld Sod, me Mum's house. She had yet to see the newest member of the clan, wee Belle** that she is, and was keen to do so. While she has met Little Bit (the Senior Granddaughter) she was also looking forward to seeing her again.
Oh yeah, she wanted to see The WSO and The Missus Herself as well. Moi aussi, though she had seen me in September and October, I am, after all, the eldest of her sons and live the furthest away. So there's that.
Anyhoo, the plan (such as plans go) was to drive up in the morning and drive back in the gloaming. So we did. While we had a lovely chat, and a nice meal, we did have that whole 150+ return trip. So off we went, arriving back in Little Rhody after sunset. (That would be "evening sunset" in Tuna's parlance.)
Monday it was back to work for me. Stayed up too late, got up too early. Work was work, nothing to write home about, it just is. Life in the cubicle farm. Though it's actually an "open" work area, it feels cubicle-ish. If'n you catch my meaning.
Tuesday was the day to take The WSO and her bairns up to Boston for to fly back to California. Again, an oh-dark-thirty launch, into the teeth of Boston traffic. High up on my no damn fun list. Of course, that's an awfully long list, driving in Boston and its environs is always taxing. Folks up there have a rather cavalier attitude towards traffic laws. It can be dicey at times. But on a Tuesday morn the only danger was being bored to death.
Traffic. Was. That. Slow.
Oh well, we got there in time for The WSO to make her flight and for me to get back to work at a "reasonable" time. (The sun was still up. Somewhere. It rained Tuesday afternoon.)
But when all is said and done, I'm a wee bit shagged after the past cuppla days. So I ain't feeling all that clever or...
Hell, I'm so tired I forgot the word I wanted to use.
Though I'm not a huge Dropkick Murphys fan, I do like this tune. Says "Boston" to me. (Also makes me want to watch The Departed again, for the seventy-lebenth time. By the way, up Boston way that's The Depahted. R's are dropped in words where they appear and added to words that don't have them. So I'm told.)
'Scuse me, I need to go pahk my cah, in the yahd.
*wee bairns = Scots phrase, means little babies
**Belle is the Junior Granddaughter. That's her actual nickname, not a callsign, or blog name, if you will. The Nuke likes calling her Belly, which is cute. I'm not ready to call her that.