I woke up early Sunday morning determined to go to Puerto Rico.
Before I even read the paper, I researched flights to San Juan.
You see, my friend Sh. is currently living in Puerto Rico. And with every vacation my boss schedules, my heart grows more and more bitter and resentful, because if he's away, I have to be in the office. I realize that winter needs to be his time to take vacation, but it needs to be my time to take vacation too, and I feel slightly taken advantage of, sitting there keeping his company going while he's out gallivanting the globe. So I decided Sunday morning that instead of being bitter, I should just schedule a trip already. And then I decided that when fate hands you a free place to stay in Puerto Rico, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and you would be a fool to let it slip by.
So I emailed Sh. to see whether she was up for a houseguest (she was). And I ran it by the hubby, who was hesitant but ultimately okay with my visit (he worries). And today I ran it by the boss, who--to give credit where credit is due--immediately said that next week would be fine, even though he had been talking about going to Florida. (Oh, and when he mentioned going to Florida, I asked him when he was planning on working. I'll be apologizing tomorrow).
But, long story short: I leave for Puerto Rico next Thursday. SQUEEEEE!