My boss got dinged by the CIO for micromanaging me. In effect, I got dinged for hot being senior enough.

Ugh. And now my old boss has told him I work well if you spell it out for me. Which is, surprisingly, what I hate. I want goals, and I want freedom, AND I WANT INFORMATION. He asked me for a presentation today I'd written under my own steam two weeks ago. I keep planning for meetings that aren't even happening yet because slide decks are our shibboleth. He got dinged for delaying producing a document which he never asked me about, but that I had written the first draft of and given him over a week ago.

But I'm hoping the more leeway he's been instructed to give me comes with more info, and we should both be cooking with gas.

I know my sister and parents have both (separately and together) taken trips two hours away to go to Jungle Jim's and IKEA, and make a day of it.

Dang, I can spend a whole day in either one. Well, okay, not a whole 8-hour day, but easily 3-4 hours, which is exhausting.

What are people doing this weekend?

I'm slowly and somewhat resentfully eating a salad because it's too hot for anything else. I need to pack a suitcase because I'm getting on a train after I pick up my CSA tomorrow morning so I can visit the family and go to the baptism of niece #3.

I would rather just take some ibuprofen and flop on the couch while watching cartoons and trying not to move muscles that currently hate me.

What are people doing this weekend?

Going to a vintage French carnival on Governors Island.

What are people doing this weekend?

Toga party tomorrow night. Because apparently we've stumbled into a college movie from the 1970s.

t edit Yeah, Hil totally wins. Vintage French carnival beats the hell out of toga party.

I'd take either of those things though. I am going to a lego club meeting, then a hawaii thing, and then I hope to god I'll get to go to the gym tomorrow.

Speaking of 4th cousins, I had dinner with my 4th cousin once removed tonight. Except I suspect he is actually my 5th cousin, because the person he calls his mother was 56 when he was born, but the person he calls his sister was 29 and designing Broadway musicals, so I bet he was born to the "sister" out of wedlock and raised by his grandparents. (It is incredibly difficult to be thinking this and not SAY anything about it while having dinner.)

Tomorrow I am flying home to Ohio after 3 weeks away. I am hoping we can get there without Peter barfing on the plane like he did on the flight here.

On Sunday I have plans to go look at plants and planting accessories with my mom, maybe buy some worms. Right now that seems like too much, but hopefully resting tomorrow will help with that. I have no idea why I am so tired. I've gotten gobs of sleep and really not done very much and yet I am struggling to keep my eyes open until it's time to feed the cats.

I had to explain the cousin generations thing to a bunch of my cousins at a family party last weekend. But people there were mostly either my fourth cousin or my third cousin once removed, so it involved a bunch of drawing diagrams. Then one of the little kids looked at the diagram, and figured out what it was, and wanted to know where he was, and I told him that I'd stopped drawing his branch of the tree at his grandfather because I was just trying to explain the relations, but he didn't like that explanation, so I taped another piece of paper to the bottom to draw him in. He's my fourth cousin once removed.

And yet... somehow your spirit twin.