The inconvenience of having a job kept interfering with my plans to get away from it. Instead of running errands that would help me get ready to be away, I was forced to run work-related errands. The aforementioned trip to the bank was the one that took up the most time, but not the only one.
As a result, I'm heading to the lake needing a haircut. That's bad, because the shampooing opportunities on a crowded houseboat are understandably limited, and I don't want to use more than my share of hot water. I carried a dollar-off haircut coupon with me everywhere I went today, but I never came close to a place I could use it. I guess I'll be wearing a hat most of the next two weeks.
I'm also showing up without much to contribute in the way of— well, anything really, except my presence, whatever that's worth. No sodas, no beer, no turkey jerky or malted milk balls. No dinners, no desserts.
Ah well, I'll take whatever cash I can come up with and whatever credit cards aren't maxed out and hope to have a few chances to use them. I don't think my presence alone is quite enough of a contribution. After eleven days, the value tends to start falling in the deficit column. It's not for nothing that I live alone, don't you know.
Or maybe you think I'm as charming and upbeat in person as I am here? Well, actually, I am. Just about that much. I am almost exactly who I pretend to be, for better or worse. I guess I wouldn't have been asked to go along if that weren't worth something, because it's for sure I can't drive stakes in the ground or tie knots. (Or repair major appliances.)