It's 8:00, and I have a headache. Why? Because I'm still at work. I suppose I could go home already, but that's the thing about not having a house-sit anymore with its cable TV, equally heated rooms, cozy couches, and cute little Pomeranians to terrorize for fun. Now, I'd go home, still have a headache, and be cold and bored witless. Maybe I'd peruse People magazine listlessly or eat some chocolate and wait for people to come home or drop by, which usually doesn't happen until past 9 anyway and then there's always the good chance they're throwing rocks at our windows scaring the living bejeezus out of us.

Anyway, I have a lot of things to do for the Yakutat trip this Sunday. Everyone's busy so I've gotten the bulk of the workload, which is great really, I love work, and I deal best under pressure. I get stressed when I have nothing to do except pick my butt and catch up on Homestar Runner emails or play Yahoo euchre. Today, I looked at my to-do list which involved a plethora of important errands in different locations but under the same time slots, and instead of panicking, I grinned broadly and set to what I do best--multitasking. I even wrote a press release on some Post-It notes while I was waiting for my Little Sister's class to return from recess. Anyone who says they're too busy to volunteer isn't that resourceful. Even the Lt. Governor of Juneau is a Big Brother.

So I'm also spearheading the planning of a reception in Yakutat. My sister says I sound like the Daughters of the American Revolution because I'm organizing this little soirée. But with me at the helm, it's more like 7-layer dip and cheese curls than canapes and cucumber finger sandwiches.