I can't get used to the Oregon Public Broadcasting schedule. When I was on my way home from a preschool open house tonight at 7:15, Fresh Air was on. In Boston, it would have been On Point. I'm a total National Public Radio junkie, and it's surprisingly disconcerting not to know what will be on when. Thank goodness Morning Edition and All Things Considered remain my commuting standbys.
My work schedule is filling up fast. Tomorrow I have meetings at 8:30, 9:00, 10:00, and 11:00, and then I go home because we only work until noon on Fridays in the summer! Woo-woo!
My weekend schedule is looking good. Coffee with high-school friends on Saturday afternoon, two women I have not seen in years. My dad is coming up here for Father's Day, so I'll get to spend time on Sunday with him and my stepdad, which I don't think ever happened when I lived in Boston. Father's day evening will be spent having dinner with some friends, friends who understand that Father's day can be tough for me, even though in theory I know it's just a made-up Hallmark moneymaker.