At work we have this vacation book that gets passed around. It is passed around in order of seniority. Being that I'm one of few employees that haven't been here for at least fifteen years, I'm pretty much the last in line for deciding any vacations for the upcoming year. Just in case I needed to be reminded of my place. Youngin'.

Pawing through the year, red marks on everything already, I noticed that for my section there were no dates taken around the celebration or observation of Harry Potter's birthday. Plus, as sort of a nice thank-you for our tireless services, we get an extra day off during the week of our birthday. So I signed up for that week. So I have a week off. During which I have no plans. Which is exciting.

For that week I usually stay in town for the Potter parades, but for this auspicious year I was thinking of doing something else with my time off. Folks were talking about epic camping and/or fishing trips. I was reminded of this race. Or rather, reminded that I wanted at some point to do a lengthy bike trip. Well, to try, at least. There's the whole getting in shape thing. And I'm not even sure I have the right gear. Or the right bike. Or really where I would want to go. But there have been enough summer days peeking over my cubicle walls to the sun shining weakly through tinted windows to make me want to try.

Thought I'd put that out there. I understand that generally, nobody has that kind of time. Or interest. Or energy. And even if they do, it's just a big production.

Anyhow. That's my plan. Now to figure out how to implement it.