Moved our
office today, lost my LAN connection, ran around
like a chicken with my head cut off to get the
XO to sign a couple of sheets of paper. Not very
fun. But I did get to leave around 3:45, which is always
nice.
Very nice to see
Melody the Story Time Girl again; she is pleasant little thing. I wander the book store, looking at a little
Annie Dillard,
Wallace Stevens, but fortunately since I have neither
time nor
money this week, nothing jumps out at me. The girls are a little rowdy, and I have to pull the short one aside and threaten to remove her. It all works out
ok though, and they make little
mothers day presents. When we get home, they are
spun and still
rowdy.
Wife and I both have to yell at them.
-- Have to be into work by 4:45 tomorrow--ouch. Of course, I have
dishes to do, but, I
finish them. Amazing isn't it? A clean kitchen for the first time in
eons. The kitchen counters glimmer after I wipe them down, and I can't help but feel a healthy sense of self satisfaction, even though I should have swept and mopped too. I am not an
emanta.
Crawl into bed around midnight, but tadpole stirs and kicks and jabbers all night long.
I've decided to end all of my day logs by hurling epithets at those who vote them down:
Go ahead,
vote me down you
rat bastards!