Well... the day is pretty much blown. Here I sit... waiting for the UPS Lady... who is normally so punctual that I could set my watch by her appearance. But not today. I'm sitting here waiting mainly because one of two items scheduled for delivery today is time-sensitive, in that it must be repackaged and sent on its way elsewhere via the US Postal Service in order to meet a self-imposed (and self-important) deadline. This must also be done tomorrow, at the latest, due to Monday's holiday. But... no UPS, as we speak. I'm disappointed to say the least. One of the things I thought I could count on turns out to be much like everything else in life: there WILL be disappointments. And yet another bitch/moan/complaint... I was gonna make a combo commissary/pharmacy run out to the base this afternoon after UPS arrived, but that won't happen... as the pharmacy will be closed by the time UPS arrives (if/when, I should add) and I get The Green Hornet saddled up and on the road.
Enter the moan: the pharmacy is closed tomorrow. I don't know how this came to happen, exactly, but the USAF has taken to creating four day weekends out of EVERY single holiday that comes down the pike. It's not like I begrudge our air-people time off... far from it. But aren't three-day weekends enough? The cranky ol' man in me thinks that USED to be the case, back in the proverbial day. But times change, I guess. And I can pick up my prescription next Tuesday; it isn't like this is a life-threatening situation... it isn't. I always phone in refills well before the current supply of meds is exhausted. It's just inconvenient... and I'm pampered enough to resent inconvenience.
At least the commissary will be open tomorrow. I think.
(Image obtained here... along with an explanation if you're not familiar with Godot.)
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