A little rain must fall

The third straight day of rain … I suppose it’s needed since this has been one of our driest springs on record, but the grey days are just playing into my mood.

The Professor is teaching a night class for the first half of the summer. It’s Tuesdays and Thursdays, until 10:30. I’ve been chiding him, since he traditionally doesn’t provide a break when he teaches; a three-and-a-half hour class taught after eating dinner would have me begging for a potty break after about two and a half hours.

I still haven’t moved my pages off of httpcity to 50megs. Now I wish I’d kept the back-ups current on my PC, so I wouldn’t have to go through the entire download half of this project. I’d picked 50megs as my new host partly because they had a feature that was supposed to automatically move pages for you if you gave it the URL and your user information. Naturally, httpcity won’t let 50megs into the site to do the file transfer, though. *grumble*

Got an invite from the Older Sister to come over to her house Monday for Memorial Day. I hate to give up a day of my three day weekend for that, but I really didn’t make other plans for that day. If the Professor is willing, we might as well. At least it means the sister units are beginning to accept him. (At least, I hope that’s what it means.)

Since the Professor taught last night, there wasn’t any real interaction with him after I got home. As is becoming traditional, he procrastinated putting the lesson plan together, so he was doing that while I pulled dinner together. I had to wash the dishes again from the night before, too. He swore to me last night that he intended to do them, and I should just leave them there. I can’t just leave them there if I need the sink to make dinner though. Plus, there is something grotesque about leaving dishes around for days until you get around to washing them. I thought I’d left that behind with the ex, but I’m beginning to think that dishwashing procrastination is genetically linked to the Y-chromosome.

The Professor and I talked about trying to get in touch with our favorite punker again. T.L. has once again disappeared off the face of cyberspace, after checking in a few times after his D.C. performance. In a complicated turn of events, one our our cyber community has invite the Professor up to northern Jersey to a cook-out on Sunday to meet another person from our cybercommunity who is coming in from Texas for the weekend. Tex gets here Friday night, and it turns out the T.L. is playing in NYC Friday night. I’d love to find a way to drag Tex and S straight from the airport and hit the club in NYC where TL is going to be, but I somehow doubt that S and Tex are going to want to do that. I wonder how serious it is between them, anyhow.

My God! Bob Dylan turns 60 tomorrow. Damn, I feel old.