Good news, bad news

The good news is, I was invited to my New New Boss’s quarterly meeting with his directs. Which means, I guess, I’m going to be officially one of them, by and by.

The bad news is, he seems to have scheduled it smack-dab up in front of our KOA trip in June, which means:

• If they hold it in California, I’ll have to fly out there early, leaving Margie to pack for the camping trip and deal with Katherine. Or, alternately, Margie and Katherine might fly out early with me and lounge about the pool, eating bon-bons, while I slave in the office.
• If they hold it in Denver (which, remarkably, someone suggested independently of me), then I’ll be bailing out of the last meeting early to race home to race to the airport, Margie having had to do the bulk of the packing already. Which she usually does, but at least I’m usually there, hovering around, making useless suggestions, shouting at Katherine, and offering repeated references to our Packing Checklist on my Palm.

• If they hold it someplace else (least likely at the moment, but …), then I’ll be traveling independently of M&K, Margie will have to do the packing and care for the bambina for the week before the trip, and it’s going to be a not-very-relaxing weekend following.

In any case, I’ll be immediately squandering my initiative and momentum from the trip by taking a vacation, which is not good in and of itself, and also doesn’t look really good, even though the New New Boss already knew I had the trip coming up then.

On the bright side, after suffering from only mid-60s to -70s weather last week, this week we’re being rewarded with nice mid-80s-plus sun-sun-sun. And the sprinkler zone by the sidewalk still doesn’t work. Feh.

And, on a brighter side, after having Heroically and Remarkly Remembered to Bring Down the Laundry this morning, and patting myself on the back repeatedly for doing so, I just realized I forgot to go across the street and let the vacationing neighbor’s dog out like Margie asked me to.

It’s going to be a long day.