Yesterday, I went to pick up my weekly rental car, only to discover that they had not received my reservation (made online). After a bit of shuffling, the woman behind the desk (who knows me, since I'm a regular) said, "Is a small pickup okay?" I'm pretty sure I snorted in disgust, just as I'm sure all of you, my faithful readers, just now snorted in ironically appreciative amusement, knowing how I feel about big vehicles in the city and when they're not needed. Nevertheless, I took the damn truck, because I did need to get to work, but I felt that it boded ill for my first week back. Also, some people have a pretty twisted idea of a "small" truck. This thing had as much cab space as a compact car (including the full seats in the back, not even the little fold-down doohickies that I remember so fondly from childhood) PLUS the rear bed. Pat suggested that after work I could go hire it out at Home Despot for the afternoon and make some extra money. She was, of course, right, but I didn't do that. It's really a shame I didn't have anything big to haul, though. On the bright side, I did not let the car rental place charge me extra for their computer snafu, so I got the silly thing for a compact price.
Work itself was fine. We had a crazy summer of most juggling all the same projects to keep them all above water, but now that things are settling down a bit, we're actually managing to cross things off our to-do list, which means that we're feeling productive, which is a very good thing.
I'll report more later about my trip, if I get around to it. The short form: great trip, amazing food, outstanding company. I'm sorry there are so many people that I missed seeing; I'll try to catch you all the next time around.
Finally, I've been planning to go to Rochester this weekend, but I'm beginning to waffle. The temptation of sticking close to home and chilling out a bit before my parents arrive next week is beginning to grow. The deciding factor will probably be what I can find out about visiting the plant genetic resources orchard in Geneva, NY -- that would definitely tip me over my current inertia.