Royal Wedding

Ok, I admit it.

After being awakened from a strange dream at 5:50 am, I turned on the TV and was sucked into the Royal Wedding spectacle.

It was actually kind of nice.  The bride was beautiful.  The pomp and circumstance was the stuff of envy.  All in all, jolly good show.  I'm actually a bit jealous that we don't have that sort of tradition over here, but at least it saves us billions of dollars.  To be wasted elsewhere I suppose.

Here's wishing the bride and groom years of happiness.

1 More Day...

I can't believe we're so close to having the royal wedding over and done with.  Of course then we'll have to deal with the endless recaps.

I'm so jealous though.  I was on a conference call with a U.K. colleague today and found out they have a holiday Monday---in addition to the one tomorrow.  It just doesn't seem fair.  My bank reconizes only 7 or 8 per year.

Bugger.

Monday

I have nothing good to say.  It was a funky Monday for obvious reasons, in addition to the usual Monday crap.

If I make it through the week without snapping, it will be a minor miracle.

I have to pick up Fletcher's ashes tomorrow.

Wednesday I have a dentist appointment.

Friday is the damned Royal Wedding.  I never thought I'd say this, but I'm sick of hearing about it.  Maybe I'll be in the spirit by Friday.  But certainly not enough to wake up at 4 am when coverage begins.