Vacation Brain

In just over 24 hours, I will be celebrating my first paid vacation day in almost four years (if by "celebrating" I mean "painting Elysia's room in 90 degree heat"). The last time I was paid to not be at work, Josh and I went to Nash-vegas and visited my old stomping grounds. That was two weeks before I started my current job--three moves, two cities, two babies, and a *few* grey hairs ago.

Today at work, it became clear to me that my brain didn't get the memo that vacation had not in fact started yet and was still two days away.

 

Case in point:

I couldn't remember if outtake was spelled with one T or two, so I went with "outake" first. I then spent the next few minutes trying to figure out how this would be pronounced if it were a Japanese word. Would it be ou-TAH-kay or ou-TAK? Why this mattered, I couldn't say, but it did. It had to be decided before any productive work could be conducted. After some careful consideration, I settled on "ou-TAH-kay", probably because it sort of looks like sake.  With this very important matter settled, I commenced my search. No hits. So I tried "outtake" (which is much less fun to say in a Japanese way). No hits. Then I realized the word I really needed was "outlet."

The day continued along that vein and included a reference to Young Frankenstein that only my dear husband appreciated and a typo (churky instead of Chucky) that set me off laughing for a good five minutes.

That I was able to get anything done at all I think speaks to the fortitude with which I pushed ahead despite the obvious mental setbacks I was facing.

And I still have to get through tomorrow. Oh dear.