I had really wanted to take a trip .. our “babymoon”, as it were .. over the Labor Day long weekend.  I was planning on taking that Friday off, and trying to finagle a way to spend the few days in New Orleans while I could still travel comfortably.

But it looks like I’m going to have to work that Friday.  I’m trying not to be bummed.  It’s just.. well, it’s the first time in YEARS that we’ve had Labor Day weekend childless (and obviously the last), and I had such grandiose plans about how to spend it. (Cafe du Monde came to mind.)

Ah, well.  It’s why I get paid the big bucks, right?