Cascading downwards

I was being so good today! OK, granted I slept late, it's Saturday. But once I woke up (thank you ever so much, FedEx, you couldn't leave it without ringing the bell?), the very first thing I did was boot up the computer and download TurboTax. First thing! I was not procrastinating!

So I'm all set to get the taxes done before I goof off and ... last year's tax info is on Rich's computer. And I'm not touching his baby if he's not here. Plus, his computer files are not organized in the (anal-retentive) fashion in which I organize mine. I'll just wait till he gets home. Dammit.

But I guess I don't have to feel the guilt about goofing off in the meantime, right?

I had a lovely, lazy weekend. The laziness was enforced by the fact that I was shifting books on Friday, which involved a lot of squatting down and standing up again, and Saturday morning my thighs were screaming. I think the 3-inch heels made it worse. Gotta remember to take those off the next time I do that.

Well, after work I am off to Montauk, to meet up with all the women of my father's family to celebrate my Aunt Gay's sixtieth birthday. I love that my family does things like this.

So we are all going to spend the day at this spa, where you can use the pool and sauna and steam room room all day for $25, and anything fancier you pay extra for. I am indulging myself with a deep-tissue massage, which I desperately need at this point since I seem to have done something evil to my neck and shoulders on Tuesday. I have been hurting all week, to the point that I am taking ibuprofin all day and wearing one of those adhesive heat packs. It helps, but doesn't eliminate the pain.

So, anyway, familial girl bonding and a massage, sounds like a great weekend.