Out from under a rock and Doug changing jobs...

When there is nothing to say except "I've been working a lot" this journal tends to suffer. But because I don't write about my job (having learned some good hard lessons) that means most of what happens to me is not blog fodder. Suffice to say, when I get home here, the last place I want to sit is in front of another computer screen.

I've come down with a headcold. Saturday morning I woke up with a suffy nose and killer sore throat and I'm on meds to keep this at bay. Remind me not to lick your face when I see you, okay? Don't want you to catch this.

We keep the heat off in the house for as long as we can all stand it, and that moment came last night and it was 48 degrees in our livingroom. Nice. So the heat is on, the fleece is wrapped around me, and I'm needing a cup of tea.

My feeling like death didn't stop us from geocaching yesterday. The past four weekends we've been kooped up with each other and Doug didn't want another weekend indoors. We headed into southern Maine because the forecast said that if we stayed here or went south it would rain on us.

The forecast was 100% correct. It was cloudy and cold in the Sanford area, but no rain until we got on the road to come home and got to Portsmouth. We also stopped at Yummies, which is this obscenely well stocked candy store in Kittery on Rte 1 north of the shops. We each bought one bag of our favorites (I got peanut brittle, Geoff got chocolate covered pretzels, Jess got gummi bears and Doug got Pecan Bark) and we shared the snack as we rode home in the rain.

Yesterday was a nice day.

Today it's going to be all about laundry. Folding that which is clean and languishing in baskets, and washing that which has become dirty since last weekend. I posted flickr pictures from yesterday. Here is my favorite. Click the picture and go to the photo page for the large version. It's really cute.

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I think Doug is going to be changing jobs.

He had a recent discussion with his management which resulted in them offering him more money and a different place to work because he isn't feeling the love where he is. I thought their offer was generous, but they told him before he accepts it, consider other options and see what's best for him but they're willing to work at retaining him.

He got an offer within 2 days of starting his search for an obscene amount of money. The only problem is he'll have to split his time between two nursing homes and they're kind of far apart, so his life won't be as flexible as it is now.

But it is a HUGE amount of money. So much so that I almost started laughing. Not only is it a crazy amount of money, they'll give him a signing bonus of like 2500 dollars right up front.

I'm totally in the wrong field. So I am now in a position where I think I have to hire an after school day care person to help us out. I don't want to. I liked how we were managing our family time with him early one day, me early another, babysitter from upstairs and then Jessie watching Geoff for 2 days. There is no way I can leave work at 2pm daily to be the one who gets home. If he accepts this job, he may take his 2 weeks vacation as time instead of pay out that way he has a little time to catch up on some things that I'm not riding his ass about. And then he'll start the other job. He bought XM radio today because he's going to most likely be spending 3 hours a day in the car. Now I want one.

Steady on, Gromit!

So the streak of torrential rain continues into the beginning of the week... This weekend saw rain like I haven't seen in months, and it's about time. We had a really dry September, August and July, after a hugely wet June. It will be nice to hear the creek sing for a couple of days before it gets too cold to sleep with the windows open.

After it poured sheets of rain on Saturday, preventing us from even taking the dog out for longer than a quick squat, and spending the day Sunday watching football and more football and some bullriding and then some football, and Monsters Inc and some more football and the news followed by some football, I realized I could not spend one more second in this house with these people on Monday.

We opted for the movies.

We were going to go into Boston for a visit to the Museum of Science, but we opted against it because we knew everyone with a kid out of school for the holiday was going to be there. We opted for Wallace And Gromit, bought our tickets through Fandango, and headed to the theatre.

I'm not sure I like Fandango, or at least I don't like the theatre we went to and how they handle it.The ticket printer kiosks were all out of paper, there wasn't a soul anywhere who knew how to refill it. And the ticket man, a kindly older gentleman, couldn't figure out how to scan the printout directly (like it says on the print out that he can do) so we almost didn't get seats in the theatre.

A rainy day matinee on a school holiday combined with the biggest kids movie to splurt out onto screens in years meant the place would be packed, and we cut it close by trying to save time. Not so good.

Geoff and Jess love Wallace and Gromit, so it was well worth the trip even though noisy family in front of us would not shut up and their kids didn't get any of the jokes at all "What did he say?" "Why is that funny?"

It was exhausting.

Last night, the Steelers played Monday Night Football and it was a doozy of a game. I wanted them to be winning convincingly by the half so I could just go to bed, but that was not happening. At the end of the third quarter, Doug and I looked at one another and said "this is too good a game to give up on now! We're in to the end!" and we watched to the finish.

I don't think I have stayed up for a Monday night game in YEARS... and this one was well worth it, although I'm exhausted and need more caffeine. I'm sure Steelers Nation is with me in wishing Ben Roethlisberger the best after he took a direct hit to the knee in the final minute of the game and had to be carted off. I hope it is a simple case of hyperextension and that his knee isn't blasted into oblivion... like it looked.

Today will find me half asleep by 3pm. Guaranteed.

Go Walt, Go!

A Walt update is called for. I talked to Bonnie yesterday afternoon and she said that the surgery went very well, that the heart was a great match, and that it is looking good for pops there.

Bonnie's brother Mark left a comment in the entry from Friday night saying:

"God is GOOD! It has now been 24 hours since the surgery was completed, and Dad is stable and seems to be doing just great. As with any transplant, keep the prayers coming since there is still great risk in rejection over the next few weeks. Thank you all so much for your thoughts, prayers, and yes even MOJO baby! It means so much.

"GO WALT GO!"

Indeed! Go, Walt! Go!

And Go, You Guys! Go! Thanks so much for your prayers! Bonnie told me that she and the whole family appreciate the kind thoughts and prayers (yes and even mojo) that everyone across the board is sending them. And I appreciate the comments folks left sharing their personal experiences with transplants and family and life (Annie, Virginia especially you!)

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So yeah, it has done nothing but rain. It was so tropical that we turned on the AC yesterday (Thank Goodness we're lazy and hadn't removed it from the window yet!) just to take the edge of the humidity out of the house. Then, the temp dropped about 30 degrees in a few hours and we opened the windows and now it is a billion degrees below zero and I'm wearing a fleece. I am, of course, the queen of hyperbole. But you catch my drift.

Rainy weekends are always taxing because in our house we're always right on top of one another, and after a few hours it just makes one totally mental. This is why we always go geocaching or hiking or something. It puts some space between our bodies.

I would put money on Geoff getting totally screamed at by one of the three of us before four pm today. I am glad the deluge has stopped, because I might just make him put on shoes and go outside and run around the dog pen 10 times just to get him out of doors.

Guess that's about it. Thanks again everyone for your notes and comments. Keep the prayers rolling because he'll need it for a while.

Prayers for Walt...

Back in March, I got a phone call from my roommate from college Bonnie. It was about her dad. Walt needs a new heart. Walt is on an LVAD, which is a machine heart, and it is keeping him from being dead.

LVADs last only about 18 months, and we're into month seven here. Bonnie and I had talked over the past several months and she said that one of the amazing things about all this is that in order for her father to live, someone else had to die.

And someone else died. And.

Well.

This heart is a match.

Bonnie is on Storrow Drive, just drove past Fenway Park where the Red Sox are fighting their own elimination and possible death in tonight's game against the White Sox. And she is on her way to be with her family and kiss her father before he goes into the surgery.

It is sad that someone else dies in order for someone to receive. There are about four hours in the window for the heart to go from person A to person B. There isn't much time for families to think, ponder, question. There is decision.

And right now, a family grieves for their loss. But they gave the most amazing gift. I swear to you, this moment -- these people are more valuable and important than any president, any clergy, any decision maker, any movie mogul. These people lost a father, a child, a daughter, a sister, someone. And they decided to give.

Perhaps the individual had the donor sticker on his or her license. And the decision wasn't hard, the family went with the will of the lost one. That is beautiful. Instead of mincing, fighting, arguing, they just did it. They gave.

Walter will receive. In their grief, they saw hope for someone else. To them, my heart sings and cries and rejoices. Thank you for making this decision. Thank you so much.

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So right now, I turn to you my friends, all like five of you. Heh.

If you pray. Please pray. Please send mojo, good thoughts, positive vibrations. Please pause for a minute and just say "Go, Walt! Go!"

Go, Walt! Go!

Give thanks and praise for the heart and the giver, and pray for Walt to withstand yet another surgery. And hopefully his longevity, which we wish for, is in tune with the will of the Maker.

Thank you for your time. Leave a comment for mojo if you want.

BNL Presale

Finally. Presale tickets for BNL at Mohegan Sun on December 2nd went on sale. I got my set yesterday and Tree's will go on sale later today, so I'll nab hers too and life is good. Right now, we're going to see them on December 2nd at Mohegan with Tree and Powder, and I do believe my 2nd seat is being taken by K's mom, because she said her husband can score us discounted rooms at Mohegan Sun IN the casino, because he's like a wheeler dealer poker guy... we shall see. We could end up staying at the nearby no tell motel, but regardless, it'll be fun. And the night before, on December 1st, K's mom, K, Jessie and I are seeing them in Portland.

I think we'll get a room for the overnight, and I'll have Doug be on boy duty in the morning. I'll keep the girl out of school and then take the day off on the 2nd to ready-up for the trip to Mohegan, AND make Jessie do dishes or something in exchange for the day off. Mwah ha ha.

So yeah, yesterday around 4:30 I found my key. It had fallen out of my pants and into the crack in the floor in front of the dryer. What a freaking nightmare that was. I had looked and looked there... but for some reason didn't see it. Lighting, dilligence, attention to detail, all these things were factors. And I found it. And I kicked myself and got the huge "You do this ALL the TIME" lecture from the husband. Yes, I do, if you think once a year is all the time.

But it is one too many times in the past five. I think I need to have the key surgically implanted (in my ass?!) so this doesn't happen again.

I did manage to get a crazy amount of work done here though. Between floorplans for the office and cleaning while looking for the key, hell yeah. I was one sassy and productive babe yesterday. And if losing a key has to make that happen, well... then it was a good thing. Right?

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Not to be ... morbid or anything, but I was thinking a lot about the pleasure cruise boat that sank on Lake George yesterday while I was working, and I couldn't help but think of Bob Dylan's Talkin' Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre... wowee. Pretty Scary. And I was laughing and thinking about the song, which is pretty amusing, and about Dylan and his Woodie Guthrie-esque period and how much I prefer just him and a guitar. And I started thinking about all the old people on that tour boat.

What a horrid way to go. I feel horribly for the people who drowned, and this is the kind of thing that goes through my mind when I'm on the Ferry to Long Island. What if this ferry starts going down? What if I'm wearing my life jacket, but I can't get out of the boat? What if I can't find my kids? Gah. And then I got sick to my stomach because it's not funny or amusing or kind of wacky anymore.

I'm getting old. Back in the day I would have just shaken this off, thought nothing of it. But I thought "dude, that could so have been my in-laws, because this is the kind of thing that they go on when they go touring around the country..." I couldn't imagine having to show up in NY state somewhere at Bear Mountain or Lake George or whatever to claim their bodies.

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I guess it's time to shower and get ready for work. Lots to do today at the ole office. This is the week before the next cycle starts so it is guaranteed to once again make my head explode and stress me out beyond belief. Pass the gin and tonic please.

Lost my keys again....

Longtime readers know I have a penchant for losing things. My keys, my wallet, my mind.

And this morning finds me sans keys. We had two keys to the VW. One got trashed and because it was this proprietary VW Über Schlüssel which costs $250 to replace, we passed on getting it done. Which left us with the back-up key, which I cannot find this morning.

Readers familiar with my history will recall back in 2001 when I lost my keys and then locked myself out of the house and had to climb back in the window, and I hurt myself.

Go ahead, read the entry linked to there. It's a laugh riot.

I didn't freak out this time. And to be honest, it is all because of how my work situation is. I've been working here at my desk since 8am, except for the few minutes that I took Geoff to the bus, and I'm getting so much done that it is just crazy funny. I am fortunate to have this set up now.

Part of what I had to do today is give my buddy France some floorplans. Seeing as I have them on the laptop, and they are like 8mb each, I figured I'd make a temporary webpage for him to pull the stuff down. But. I found that I'm almost totally out of room on my server. Nice way to find it out... I have about 40mb left of space, which for the journal is okay, each of these pages is a few k, but not so good for uploading 20 floorplans of about 8mb each.

So we've had to have me upload a few at a time, and then delete as he downloaded. It is so sad and pathetic... but it is what it is.

Beats walking to work.

I will find my key, and it will be okay. And there is no freaking out going to take place... and I'm alright.

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Guess that's about it for me right now. Perhaps some wonderful and exciting developments will befall us later...

oh -- for those of you who have expressed concern about our land/garage situation with the neighbor, don't worry: Before we do anything, we're on the phone with a real estate lawyer and/or our buyers broker through whom we bought the house. It'll all work out. This I believe. Like I know I'll find my key. But pray for us in all aspects, because, you know, we could always use the mojo.

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Update 4:29pm
Found the key. It had fallen out of the dryer, hit the ground between the two wood pallettes that the dryer sits upon, and got mixed up with the lint that hasn't been cleaned in that little gap for nigh unto 10 years. I looked there this morning, but the light wasn't good and my tactile sense was not quite awake yet. I went down to search the same places a second time, seeing as the upstairs had a thorough go-through, and there it was.

This is especially good because I talked to the VW dealership and didn't like their solution, because it takes days and is freaking expensive.

I hate this key. It is a jerk. But I'm glad I found it, and I gave it a stern talking to and kicked my own ass repeatedly, so all is right with the world.

Thanks for your mojo. I know you sent it.

Canadian land grab

As part of his current, ongoing obsessive map and state knowledge phase, last night Geoff annexed Canada to be our 51st state.

Canada will henceforth be known as New Canada, and the cities are all being renamed. He drew up a map, which is BEST viewed in its larger format. Click here to view that action.

But here is the thumbnail so you can get an idea of what's going on with New Canada. Greatly enjoyed the state bird, state flower, and the state fruit.

Welcome, Canada, we're happy you're part of our union. Have a fruit roll-up. Aren't you gonna eat it? Aw fer chrissake!

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Speaking of that line from BNL, Jessica found out what her role in the school play is this year. She is a "crazy old lady." From what she understands, there will be a lot of opportunity for improv, something she is greatly fond of, and able to do without laughing her ass off. She watches HOURS of "Whose Line is it Anyway," both the original BBC and the Drew Carey versions, and she is really gaining a strong knowledge of timing and delivery.

So as "crazy old lady" she plans on running out the line "Excuse me, do you know where the Bryant Street Theatre is?"

While I may be the only person who laughs when she does it, perhaps there will be another Barenaked Ladies fan who knows the Sweetest Old Lady bit from the end of Rock Spectacle, and they'll laugh too.

It was just a tree

Doug bought a chainsaw last night in order to take down the fallen tree.

We went out and as we were working through it, cutting it into smaller, more manageable pieces, I couldn't help feel incredibly sad and sorry. I know that deep down I'm just projecting my feelings for Kinger, it's so obvious, but it is just another example of how sudden and unexpected death can be.

This tree was very vibrant and alive. It was habitat, and our cardinals are really pissed. It was the tree the squirrel always escaped up when Jack came tearing after him every day, perfectly positioned in our yard, and among the evergreens it was a laurel and very unique and beautiful. Unique in all the world, to steal from The Little Prince...

As we cut, it ran sap, which made me think or how hard trees have to work to get moisture from the ground up to the beautiful top leaves... and how I should water my trees as often as I water my garden plants.

Its death was sudden, like Kinger's, and was an accident, and was unexpected and unfortunate. I will actually miss this tree.

Doug counted 17-20 rings when he was showing Geoff how to figure out the tree's age. And all told we've been here for close to 10, so I feel our participating in part of its life was a real privilege, a blessing. And it is now gone.

bye tree. you were good to have around.

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It is Saturday night now. We went geocaching earlier and I blew up at Doug because he once again made a bad trail choice and got us wandering and bushwhacking, which pissed me off to no end. I let him have it with all barrels, which is something I never do.

We've not kissed and made up, but dinner and some margaritas have us on speaking terms once again. And I think that I was overtly harsh but he is overtly .... bushwhackey, and it really gets to me after a while.

I love hiking. I love geocaching. I hate hate HATE having to fight to get to a safe trail. Bushwhacking is not my bag. And he thinks it is all "part of the adventure." Perhaps. But it pisses me off to no end when I suggest a safer route and he's all "nah, let's go THIS way!" and it is ... not so good.

It could be worse. I could have a husband who beats me and gambles all our money away. I can't complain when he misjudges how a trail may turn out, or a direction in the woods may pay off. But today was taxing on our hiking relationship and I almost called geocaching mutiny.

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What I really wanted to write about was how freaking FUN chainsaws are. No lie kids. Wicked fun. And starting off with the sad passing of a tree and bitching about my husband's trail choices sort of put a damper on that. But make no mistake, my sadness for the tree's demise is not overshadowed by the "wrewww wrewww WREWWWW!" of a freaking Poulin Chainsaw revving up in the long morning shadows of an early autumn day, bitches!

Doug bought a chainsaw which is purple and neon green so it looks all 80s dance hall and punk. It is even called "Wild Thing" which is Funny as Shit.

And it rocks.

It cut like butter through some older dry stump of a tree we have in our yard, and it was so wicked that I want to chainsaw the entire universe. No lie.

We have this nice pile of cut wood logs from the downed tree now, and I turned my mental attention to the remainder of the pile of wood from our neighbor. When he cleared his property for his trucks back a few years ago, he gave us all the downed wood... but each log is like 3 feet long. They alll need to be shortened. I think the chainsaw and I may have a date with this older wood, shortening things so they fit more easily into the fire pit. Mwah ha ha ha...

We are probably going camping next weekend, and it is my sincere hope that we take our own wood, cut and dried and seasoned for 3 years, instead of scrounging for wood. I'm also hoping that the weather is nice. And in my heart I miss Kinger, because a year ago Columbus Day Weekend we took my favorite picture ever together. And I'll miss him.

Sigh. He was such a happy dog. And we were so so so happy that day.
Anyway. I recall this hike like it was yesterday.
Life goes on right?

Right.

Come in, she said, I'll give you shelter from the storm...

Well that was interesting.

At about 2pm I left work, Doug needed to stay at work and couldn't go meet Geoff's bus, and seeing as I have an hour long commute timing is important. I left the office and the wind was blowing like mad. Not hurricane strong, but too strong for the stunt kite.

It is often very windy at my office, seeing as it is in Marblehead, and the ocean often gets more wind than we do, five or so miles inland. And I sometimes get my hopes up when I leave the office that when I get home we can do some kite flying. I get home to still, heavy air... and regret that I didn't have a kite at the office.

So today I drove home up the highway, finding it incredibly difficult to control my vehicle. On the exit ramp there were windows strewn all about, frames and all. They fell off a truck, and I drove around them thinking "Jeesh, maybe I should stop and move them" but realized I might get totally killed in the effort. You know how last week I went to do something giving and the universe repayed me with scorn.

I drove a little ways further up the road and there was a tree down. There was a car with its windshield smashed in, and the driver looking really confused. A tree limb was behind him, smashed to a million pieces. More tree limbs were landing all around the street, and traffic didn't know whether to stop or flee.

I pulled over, not under trees, and asked the driver if he was okay. He said he was unhurt but obviously couldn't drive the car. I offered to call 911 for him and whipped out the trusty cell phone. He nodded approval, and I offered him a place to sit in the car to wait for the cops.

Come in, she said, I'll give you shelter from the storm.

The police told me they were on their way, that other folks had called them. The man declined my offer and thanked me. I offered to wait with him and he semi-angrily waved me off, so I left.

More tree limbs were in the road ahead, going was slow. I walked in the door and discovered Jack had pooped all over Jessie's room. This sucked but it showed me that he is indeed eating once again so I only minorly scolded him and cleaned up, and took him out to pee...

and discovered the down tree in my yard.

We have a lot of trees. This one was a young one near the edge of our property, and to be honest was not in my mind a tree that I thought we'd lose to a storm.

A long time ago when we bought the house there were two dead trees down in the creek, which we considered removing but figured they provided a lot of habitat. Nine years later, nature took care of that habitat and whacked both trees down one day when none of us were around to hear or see the event.

We also have a line of hemlocks behind the house that are seriously 100 feet tall. One winter storm cracked one of the tree tops off about 15 feet from the tippy top. I was convinced one of these trees would have been damaged in this windstorm today... but all of them are fine.

This tree though, it was young and nice. Struck down in its prime. The interior does not show rot or insect damage. But it fell. Now the top couple of feet are stuck up in our apple tree (the tree-climbing tree) and we're going to have to figure out how to safely get'r'done before too long.

Doug's ride home was equally difficult, with actual detours around dead trees covering entire roads in North Andover and Boxford.

And now it is sunny.

Weird day weatherwise. I know it isn't hurricane-like, but damn if it sure wasn't just a little more interesting than just driving home.

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The other day I asked the universe to send me a tourist from Indiana to get stuck behind so I could go back to bitching and moaning about my commute. Well, I got my wish only it wasn't a tourist.

I was stopped at some road construction, sitting on my side of the one-lane road while a cop waved folks on. It was a huge, long-assed line of traffic. Everyone in the world was headed that way, except for me, so it was my turn to just wait for the entire rest of the planet to go.

The cop gestured to me to wait a second while one last straggler from the huge, long line came through. Which was fine with me, what's one more car.

I couldn't see the guy coming, but the cop could. No one was behind me, I was the only person heading my direction....

that is until some woman came up behind me at a million miles an hour, passed me on my left by crossing over the double yellow line, and then the whipped into the lane in front of me just as the little car was coming past the cop.

I laid on the horn because I couldn't think of anything else to do... the woman slammed on her brakes, as did the oncoming driver, and the cop FREAKED the hell out.

Can't say as I blame him.

What was this woman thinking, that I was parked where I was, just sitting there for fun? The whacko stopped just in time, and the cop ripped her a new one and waved the terrified oncomer through the lane.

Then, two more cars came up behind me and passed me on the left, getting stuck behind the woman who was being verbally assaulted by the incredibly irate cop. He freaked out at them too. I looked at the guy beside me like "what the fuck are you doing!" and he sheepishly let me pull ahead. As I passed the cop, he had this look of complete and utter incredulity and annoyance on his face. He could have been killed, and no doubt the oncoming car driver could have been killed. It was horrific.

At the next light, I ended up behind the asshat woman who initially blew past me. She was talking on her cell, playing with her hair, and sat for 13 seconds at the green left arrow which only stays on for 20 seconds but doesn't come on again for like five minutes.

The guy who sheepishly allowed me ahead of him at the construction scene was behind me and he beeped his horn long and hard. The woman ahead of me thought it was me who beeped, and flipped me off and started the whole freaking out so I could see her in the rear view mirror thing. She finally made the turn, and the guy behind me ran the red arrow behind me (I made it through on yellow).

And the entire rest of the way we were stuck behind this woman, going 20 in a 40 zone, making obscene gestures at me and weaving all over the place back and forth like that meant anything to me. I wanted her to crash into someone on the opposite side of the street, just so the guy behind me, who now was basically in my trunk would HIT ME and I could sue the ever loving crap out of both of their asses.

Believe you me, I would.

The guy behind me works in my office park, so he was up my crack for the entire ride in, and gave me dirty looks when we got to the parking lot. I'm not sure what I did wrong... except for get in front of him. And the universe gave me what I wanted for a story.

Now, I would like the entire rest of my year to not have anyone psycho behind me or in front of me or near me for the commuting time I need to spend in the world. m'kay? Thanks.

Other than that, there's nothing going on. More tree pictures on flickr.com if you're interested. And on that note. Dinner time.

Wake me up when September ends...

Continuing in the theme of things one should do when one is sad, the other day I bought 2 tickets to the upcoming Barenaked Ladies show in December in Portland Maine. And as soon as they go on sale, four tickets to Mohegan Sun in Connecticut the following night. Four because Ronnie and Linda will join us. It's Ronnie's birthday on the 3rd, so it is a smash bang whammo fun casino birthday weekend. Nice! This cheered me up leaps and bounds. I'm still sad, but the Ladies always make me feel better.

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There have been three or four pet deaths in the last week in my read circle. Nance lost her cat Nunzio. Andi and Joe at Worst Weblog Ever had a horrible loss when their cat Furio suddenly died last week. Annie's Lil Bear has been hovering on the brink of a diagnosis of FIP which sounds like it could mean imminent death and the possible contamination of her other cats if she isn't incredibly thorough in cleaning for the foreseable future.

And in the midst of this, I know someone who is adopting a gorgeous yellow lab mix this weekend. I can hope only that this brings some sort of karmic balance to our surrounding pet universe, and that by all the loss this rescue and adoption is perfect and wonderful and lasts for millions of happy geocaches.

Geoff has a field trip to Fenway Park today. I'm jealous. I wanted to go as a chaperone, but I didn't get picked. I never get picked for the cool trips, just the lame ones. So I need to go pack his lunch. Work has been ever chaotic.

Oh-- send Jessie good mojo this afternoon. She's got an audition (gosh, I sounded just like Wil Wheaton there for a second, requesting audition mojo! yikes!) at 2:30, and she wants a good role. She didn't get a lead last year, what with being in 7th grade, so she's hoping for a good one this year. Cross fingers. Please.

And that, my friends, is that. We're off to the bus.