Both girls are in bed and the house is clean. The wife content on the couch with
Frasier babbling away in the background. Outside in Tampa it's still like 90 degrees, or something. Uncorking the wine from last night.
My oldest daughter insists on listening to the
Bambi soundtrack on her pink
Hello Kitty cd player at
bedtime - this is the
soundtrack, mind you, complete with scary
thunderstorm and audible
gunshot. The stuff of
nightmares.
One day back at work and already my weekend is
ruined - three
Java upgrades (one Friday, another Sunday morning at some ungodly hour), plus the
threat of a scheduled
Enterprise 10000 SSP upgrade. Will try to
weasel out of the SSP thing, as these are panic-filled overnight ordeals.
My sister-in-law's
boyfriend is a painter (interiors, not the
artistic sort), and I'm starting to consider what a nice,
soothing job that must be. He smokes a lot of
weed, and I'm hoping he can
hook me up.
Wine. '98 William Hill Cabernet Sauvignon. This bottle will soon be
empty.