Good morning, campers! Or technically afternoon. No matter. I am feeling quite obnoxiously cheerful this morning, bad weather or not. Mostly this has to do with the fact that I’m working 11-3 today instead of the usually 9-1, so I got an extra hour and fifteen minutes of sleep last night. And then when I got to my cubicle, Benevolent Dictator Jamie had a latte waiting for me from Starbucks, and it was in a holiday cup. A good morning indeed.
It was pretty weird walking up to the Strathmore building feeling awake and admiring the architecture and what not — as a general rule, I drag myself up to the building in a cloud of rage and Garfield style morning-hate that I am far too exhausted to express outwardly.
I just finished adding a bunch of links to the Cultural Roots site, on the Local Cultural Events, the Cultural Organizations and Venues, and the Discover Your Roots pages. So if you’ve a yen to do some genealogical digging or need to find something to do this weekend, I’ve got you covered. I hear it’s Irish Weekend.
Don’t forget to enter the Drop the Needle and Name That Tune contest to win BSO College Night tickets — we’re already starting to get responses, and the early bird gets this metaphorical worm!
Now if you’ll excuse me, there is a delicious turkey, spinach, and cheese sandwich with my name on it.