Crap. I have to face the mystery package in about two hours. (See entry from two days ago Guilt from the past. if you don’t know what I’m talking about.) I know it’s just guilt, but I’m starting to feel very uneasy about this. I especially don’t want to have to open this package in…
Another night all to myself last night. It feels selfish to admit how good it felt to have the place to myself. Well, at least as much to myself as the cats will allow. The Warrior Princess is still in a snit from being left alone for a week, and growls whenever the Clueless Wonder…
Adding the meter didn’t turn out to be nearly as straightforward as I thought it would be. I’ve installed site meters before on web sites, and it’s perfectly a perfectly straitforward cut-and-paste job there. What should have been a simple cut-and-paste project here turned into a semi-complicated debug (OK, at least it was semi-complicated for…
The Professor called me shortly before I left work yesterday. It was good to hear from him. He sounded a little lost, and confessed he’d been thinking about seeing if he couldn’t trade his airline ticket in for a sooner return flight. I don’t think he’s going to follow through. If he does, then picking…
A little about my trip, then. The flight out was abysmally awful, as noted on yesterday’s entry. We went from the airport to The Professor’s grandparents’ house to touch base with them. His grandparents essentially raised the Professor – they formally adopted him, and he regards them as his parents while he sees his biological…
All in all, it was quite a trip. It did not start auspiciously … they overbooked our flight out of town, and we didn’t know until the literal last minute whether we’d have seats on the plane or not. We lucked out (sort of) and got two of the last three seats. We boarded the…
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*Sigh* I did too good a job of cleaning off my desk. I really only have make-work left, except for two items, both of which are beyond my control unless people get back to me. Honestly, I’m hoping they don’t get back to me. I don’t feel like dealing with either of those two items…
I like DD, but I dislike this apparent need some diarists have to prove that “so and so” is really “such and such”. Who cares, people? You like it? Read it. You don’t like it? Don’t go back. I assure you, a hit meter that shows you were the only person in your diary for…
I dyed my hair again. It’s been a month since the initial experiment, and all the rinse had washed out of my hair. The grey was back, accusing and surly as ever. I stepped up from a level 1 washes-out-in-a-month to a level 2 washes-out-in-about-two-months deal. The stuff was a tad more complicated to use,…