This is my 4th of 8. I am half way of achieving the goal of surviving my eight working days this week. Why eight days? Because I had requested three days off for a supposedly dental appointment. The appointment was canceled because the dentist will be going for a vacation on ‘that’ day. It is too late for me to redo the day-off schedule request because my boss had it approved.
Oh well, my husband thought of something to do on that 3-day weekend. We might go to Arkansas! Woohoo! Traveling again, huh! I love it.