Rick just gave me a precious gift. He said we don’t have to go to Pittsfield this weekend. Now, I love Pittsfield, don’t get me wrong. It’s gorgeous, it’s more relaxed, there’s good food there, and many more things, but for the past two weekends, it’s been trying to kill me. Apparently my ragweed allergy is much more pronounced in the Berkshires than it is in the concrete jungles of Brooklyn. Go figure.

Other reasons why this is a precious gift, other than the fact that I won’t have to run through an entire box of Kleenex in two days:

  • I will be around to do things. Like homework. Because even when I take my homework to Pittsfield, I end up ignoring it, which is bad.
  • I can clean my apartment, which gets covered in fur when we’re gone. Just because we’re taking some time off doesn’t mean the cats are, apparently.
  • Also, maybe Jordana can come over and get the bookshelf that has been sitting in our hall for Samang all summer. Our schedules have not meshed enough to do that in the past three months. My hallway looks like the garbage dump right now as a result, because stuff in our house tends to migrate to the designated messy spot, and right now that’s the hall. (Does this happen in anyone else’s house, or is it just me?)
  • I can also scrub my hard drive and put the damned PC that hasn’t worked right since it caught a virus that time and I had to reinstall everything out on the curb. I have a MacBook Pro that I use all the time, I don’t need the PC gathering dust in the corner and setting off my allergies more.

Of course, now that I’ve posted all of this? I’ve pretty much guaranteed that none of it will get done. Except the homework, that has to be done. I have class next week, after all.

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