I figure the husband will eventually talk about this weekend and his grandma&#039s 90th birthday party, so I&#039ll just go back to Friday afternoon because it has much more influence over the next several weeks than the party. Friday afternoon I had a few students in and out of the office. Heather (my officemate) was in Tennessee visiting a sick relative, and Susan (my supervisor) was in Florida with relatives. I was the only one there and was getting pretty sleepy, contemplating heading out a bit early because I still had to pack for the trip to Loogootee. I stuck around, however, because I was the only OP advisor. Around a quarter after four, fifteen minutes before my day ended, I got a phone call from Susan. I figured this was one of those &#034Hey how&#039s it going since I&#039ve been away?&#034 phone calls, but since it started with an &#034I&#039m sorry to have to do this&#034 line, I quickly decided otherwise.

The short and long of the conversation went something like this:

Susan: &#034I&#039m sorry to have to do this, but I was just reminded that your internship is only ten months, not twelve months. You&#039re going to have to take some time off.&#034

Me: &#034Uh, when?&#034 I knew I was teaching in August and couldn&#039t possibly take time off during the semester.

Susan: &#034Well, now. Don&#039t worry about coming in Monday.&#034

Me: &#034Um, okay. When do I come back then?&#034

Susan: &#034I guess you can come back the Monday before classes start.&#034

There was a bit more to it than that, but essentially what this means is that I&#039m not working until August 22. So what am I going to do with all this newfound free time? I guess I&#039ll work on packing, cleaning, writing up lesson plans for Univ 101, and my thesis. It&#039s probably going to drive Kitty nuts though. Here Ian and I were gone for almost two weeks and now we&#039re both going to be here full-time except for errand-running. Crazy. Oh well. Time to run to the office so I can collect the snail and the books I have checked out for my thesis. I still can&#039t get it into my head that I&#039m officially not working for the next month and a half. Weird.