Hour and a half left in the day. I'm not exactly out of stuff to do, but I don't want to start any of the stuff that should be done. Our reminder e-mail that Friday is a holiday also said tomorrow would be a "full workday" which I think means we don't get to leave early - seems to be affecting my attitude today.

ETA also, it has become apparent that I should have gone home to get my allergy meds. I feel awful. Being Very Fancy can only help so much with that (it does help).

It's weird living in an area that doesn't pay much attention to Holy Week. You mention Easter to a Mormon, and they often have to think a moment before going "Oh, yeah, Jesus rising from the grave." The stores have sales, of course, bunnies and eggs and such, but Good Friday is pretty much an non-entity in the Morridor (Mormon Corridor, the Intermountain West colonized by the Mormon pioneers). Except, of course, for those areas where the Mormons ran up against the Catholic missions and such.

I did not know that. Interesting.

Morridor

I assume everyone read that as "Mordor," yes?

I am suddenly so aggressively sleepy that I would not be surprised if someone had replaced our regular coffee with decaf as a prank. (I'm sure they didn't. It would be anarchy up in here if they did.)

I'm tempted by this.

Good Friday isn't as much of a thing here in the southeast US as it was in my home town. I grew up in an area where half the population were descendants of Polish immigrants, and thus Catholic. Another quarter were Irish Catholic, and there was a handful of miscellaneous background Catholics--enough for a church building of their own. So Good Friday was definitely a Thing. We also had awesome fish dinners on Fridays at my church, even though it was Methodist.

Mmmmmm. Now I want beer battered, deep fried fish. As is so often the case.

Oh, that sounds really good.

Good Friday and Maundy Thursday and Sunrise Service on Easter were big things in southwest Pennsylvania, where I grew up, at least in churchy circles. They were certainly recognized as events by everyone else. Scots/Irish and German immigrants, lots of Baptist and Methodist with a good sprinkling of Catholic.

I drove a fare to Providence today! That's a 50 mile trip, and out of state, to boot!

And at one of those moment when I'd just dropped off somebody, and I got a page just after thinkign I should pull over, check back through my trip history and add up fares to see if I'd made enough to justify going home (it was 11-ish, so I'd been working for 5 hours). But there was a potential fare, 2 minutes out (just around the block, seriously) so I said, why the hell not, and found I'd hit a jackpot.

Uber driving brings out the gambling instinct in me, but at least in a positive way, i.e. even if the page had been for a short fare (less than a mile = $5) I'd have come away with something.