I am walking funny.

I *wish* it was for interesting and carnal reasons, but the reality is much less naked and sticky: we had a fire drill yesterday, and The Lab is on the 16th floor. I had to walk down 16 flights of very steep concrete stairs, being quite terrified of falling the entire time. I was very tense, which probably didn’t help. I also almost fell three times. I don’t like walking down long flights of scary stairs because I’m convinced I’ll lose my footing and take a very painful tumble – as a result, I go very slowly and am overly cautious about it all. In a real emergency, I’d probably die of smoke inhalation long before I made my way outside to safety. That is, if the frantic crowds behind me didn’t push me out of their way before it came to that. This morning I woke up with very very sore thighs for reasons that were no fun whatsoever. Boo!

Our scooter trip to Victoria is in jeopardy, and I am completely bummed out about it. We’re supposed to leave Thursday and scoot to the island, returning on Sunday –  but the forecast changed yesterday and now we’re supposed to get three days of rain and then a heat wave. Sound great, except those three days of rain are scheduled for Thursday, Friday and Saturday. FUCK! I’ve been looking forward to this trip for YEARS, and now it may not happen because of the weather. I don’t know when we’d be able to do it again because of strict vacation scheduling rules on Ed’s part, and this weekend was just perfect with the timing. I will be a very sad girl if we have to cancel this trip. Go away, rain. Please choose to do your nasty business on someone else’s parade.