We can leave early today, but I have so much on my plate it's just not going to happen.

Or rather, it will probably happen, but I'll just be setting up from home as soon as I get back.

Aimee, I don't understand what your boss could sue for. The contract was read by his attorney, and he signed them, so he can't claim that the lender or broker didn't disclose, and your boss is in the business of acquiring real estate so he's not a naive first-time buyer.

Quite frankly, I don't either. But he's going to. I've taken to viewing most suing of people as people throwing tantrums to get what they want.

I'm at work, but with no students (teacher work day), so I don't really mind.

There's a "faculty field trip" today, as thanks for all our hard work on a new things earlier this year. But since a) I was planning to work today, b) they won't tell us what awesome fun thing they have planned for us, and c) they're busing us there and we have to stay the full five hours, I've opted out. I have this horror of getting there and finding out that it's a great big fun game of volleyball! or something, and trying to be polite about it for five hours. No thanks. It may well turn out to be something great -- somebody yesterday guessed it was going to be a trip to the safari park, which I would love -- but without knowing? No thanks. I think I'll do the immense amount of grading and planning which otherwise I would have to do on my own, unpaid time.

Rant over. I'm gonna blast music and grade small intestines for the next several hours. Whoopee!

Speaking of housing, this house-for-rent listing just appeared on an internal bulletin board:

Brand new. Three bedroom, two bathroom, great room, dining room, kitchen eating bar, mud room, large walk-in closet, extra-large two car garage. Hardwood floors, tile bathrooms. All one level. Quiet, kid-friendly neighborhood.

Cost: The exact amount I was paying for my wee tiny studio in San Francisco.

Where are you these days, Emily? That's a pretty good rent from the sounds of it.

Small town Virginia. Where the air is clear, and there are many, many cows. And calves. Damn, they're cute.

Between the holiday and the LJ "boycott", I'm going to go insane before the day is out.

I'm with Dana.

Quite frankly, I don't either.

Gotcha.

Emily, I wouldn't go either, unless I knew exactly what the people planning it thought of as fun things to do in their not work lives. The element of surprise seems unnecessary here.

b) they won't tell us what awesome fun thing they have planned for us

Good call on opting out. Surprise Awesome Fun almost never is.