One Hour

I'm at work. And I've been pretty productive all day...until now. It's my Friday. And I'm feeling the afternoon take my focus. I just took a call and probably sounded like I have no idea what I'm talking about. But when you call and say "Hi, my name is Dan Howard. My daughter's been talking to you about booking a wedding." That doesn't necessarily mean anything to me. Then the whole conversation is off on the wrong foot. No, the reservation deposit is not refundable.





To Seattle tonight.





My dad came to see me at work today. He was dropping some letters off at the PG PO at 8:15a and saw my car. I was at my desk and saw him peek around the door. It was cute. He is smiley, just like Rachel always says. I like my dad.

I need a new white noise machine. Mine makes me mad, not sleepy. I don't know happened, but every time I turn it on it makes a pretty obnoxious electronic interference noise. Cass has this one. I know it's fabulous. But it's also a little spendy. Dang it, I just paid off my credit card, too.