We have an interviewee coming in 10 minutes and there has been talk of the margarita making kicking off then.  That would be fantastic for me, because I cannot make myself work.  I have been unable to work for more than about 5 minutes at a time today.  Any longer becomes dangerous.  I know I need to set up a filing system for my boss before he returns on Monday, and there’s a part of me that thinks I should set up a system for finding our marketing collateral.  These are all things on my to-do list.  My often ignored, frequently added to, rarely deleted to-do list.  At least today.  Because my brain is already on a beach in California, my friend.  I will be there next Thursday through Tuesday staying with the in-laws in Glendale, and doing I have no idea what, (I know we’re going to an English tea.  Tim’s mother has mentioned that 15 or 16 times.  We’re also going to the Hearst Mansion.  And I’m going to drive a big ‘ole Taurus.  And I plan to see lots of theatre and live music if possible, and hopefully see the LA branch of LGT), but I know it wil be far from here.  And it will have to involve swimming, and lots of lounging, because that’s what I want to do.   Lounge and read a trashy magazine like InStyle or Cosmo.  With some sort of exotic cocktail in my hand.  Or not so exotic, doesn’t matter to me.  Ah, that’s the life.  But in the meantime, I have 22.5 hours of work to get through.  Argh!  Must slough through.