You see, before this week, I officed in a lovely spot. It was a desk with outside of the head partner's office. The downside is that I was at her beck and call at any moment for anything from the gravest need to the stupidest task¹. The upside is that, since she has trouble walking, she doesn't leave her office much which means that I could do all the intar-webbing my heart desired as long as my work got done. Earlier this week, my position was moved. Now, I office next to her legal assistant. Her assistant is a nice, if somewhat banal, woman with three kids who are driving her crazy (one's ADD, one's in college and the last, well, is going through some bad psych problems because of a really, really terrible trauma of the fate worse than death variety unfortunately suffered last year). She also has a little problem, as far as I'm concerned. She seems to be of the belief that if I'm doing something other than working, I must need something to do. Now, while there's a certain ethic that says she's not entirely wrong, I can only say this much: I accomplish all my work and have time left over. She does not and, in fact, has had her work status recently downgraded to part time officially to give her more time to tend to her children's problems but in reality because she's been fucking up. Either way, this means that I'm not getting my full measure of daily reading, catching up and information absorption. So now I've begun spreading the time of my tasks out so she won't bother me. Nobody is served by this but, I guess this is the way of things.

So, the wedding fund has disappeared back down to zero again. It seems that every time it gets to about a grand, something happens to take it all away. The first time, we needed to get a new car. This time, between repairs on the old car (which still isn't quite running yet) and getting Welsh Girl back into school, it's down to next to nothing. So here I start again.

Oh, yeah, Welsh Girl is back in school. She finally taking that final dreaded math class to finish her degree. Then maybe she can get a better job than the one she has and I can be a kept man for a while. On the other hand, one of the state lotteries is up to $300 million so I might buy a ticket, too. She'll rock the class and get the sheepskin, but I'm sure I have about the same odds either way of becoming "kept".

Thanks to injuries, my 40K campaign is still unfinished. One person threw out his back. The other's girlfriend had a motor scooter accident that turned out to cause a brain hemorrhage. Hopefully the treatments they're doing right now will work or else they'll have to do brain surgery. Since she has no insurance, she'll be alive with destroyed credit for the rest of her life and in our culture, the two are almost synonymous. The point here is that on Labor Day, we're all gonna fight it out. Anyone who doesn't show forfeits but still, if I win this one, I win the entire thing. We're also prepping for two other campaigns, one of our own and one against another Austin group. We're actually looking at forming an official gaming club. If that happens, well, we'll do local events for GW, but we'll also get convention entrances, new minis and information and lots of other goodies. Getting free stuff for something I already do anyway doesn't bother me in the least as long as it's not a Nightwatch kind of thing or anything...

Well, that's about it. I'm going to let you all go now and go back to my baby who's watching one of my less favorite movies, Legends of the Fall and after that, we're gonna watch a little Dead Like Me.

And did I forget to mention that my best friend's younger sister who, to all accounts, is my younger sister, too, had her first sonogram. She's having a girl. I have dubbed it "Claire Jr."...

That is all.

¹_{I don't mind the stupid tasks. I figure it this way. Every hour of stupid tasks I do for her is an hour she can work and therefore bill to clients. If I do 10 hours a month of these stupid tasks, she gets 10 hours to bill which comes out to more than I get paid in a month therefore, in my mind, justifying my paycheck. Any actual work I do over and above that is gravy...}