three days and counting

It is a horrible twist of fate that my auto insurance comes due in December every year. With the purchase of my new car, my insurance rates are suddenly rather inflated, and even after the promotion I got a couple of months ago, I suddenly find finances tight again this month.

My dastardly credit card company has seen fit to raise my credit limit by 50%, however, in a sinister effort to convince me to make Christmas purchases on that card. So far, I have resisted admirably, but the month is still young. The timing of this raise in credit limit is certainly suspect, and anyway, that's the card I've been trying to pay off for months! Progress is slow, but I haven't made any new purchases with it in a while. Among other things, my credit card company is (I discovered recently) one of the top supporters of the Republican Party, and I am not. I wouldn't have a "Kill the Whales" credit card, either, for the record.

This week, I find myself mired in the stress of "I have so much to do and no time to do it before the holidays," and I'm tired of feeling overworked and stressed. Vacation is a good thing, and certainly, it'll be more relaxing than what I've been up to lately, but it's always tempered with the fact that, no matter where I go or what I'm doing, those work people know where they can find me if the system goes down and I need to help them put it back up again.

The Grand Canyon, of course, would be an ideal place to do disaster recovery.