Sunday was spent recovering. I did roast some more coffee, but with a new propane container, my stove was hotter than I was used to, and I ended up with a French Roast. French Roast, even freshly roasted French roast just doesn't have the kick city roast does, and I needed that kick Monday. We also got to the public market for the first flea market, had some great rice and beans and pork and an empanada, and I repaired three small slits in our leather couch with some sort of latex in a tube, and some burgundy colored Tandy scraps.
This weekend should be better, there's no swimming classes so I can have a long thorough workout. I'm not aware of any plans either. I should fix my bike's horn, the inspection is past due, and the registration is due.
This week has been hard, we're very short handed (at 1/3rd strength), our customer in Ohio has been acting up, and I'm burned out. I need a lazy weekend.
I'm amazed how much more fun my Tercel is with properly inflated tires. Sure, you feel the bumps in the road, but you don't wobble as much in turns.
Is there anything more pathetic than three handed solitaire Catan? Two person Catan is still not quite right, but it's a lot more fun than one person three handed Catan. My wife and oldest daughter went to Old Navy one night after dinner, so I figured I'd break out Catan. Seven year old was interested at first, but Catan just couldn't compete with Hannah Montana, so I played three handed to get used to it (she did put away the fourth color she was going to play with). The next night, twelve year old deigned to play Catan with me, as expected, she loved it. Now we just have to drag seven year old in.
In other kids news, Thursday was take your spawn to work day, and I did. They enjoyed messing with the color output, creating wacky pics by reversing toner levels. They also helped me recreate a problem.
Season 3 of the Twilight Zone had some great episodes, one night was "It's a Good Life", the other was "Death Head's Revisited" and "Five Characters in Search of an Exit". Still no luck tracking down the Earl Hamner dog one.
In other media news, I finished Inkdeath, the third book in Funke's Ink trilogy. It was good, better than the second, maybe better than the first, but that's easy enough to do when you finally get the dramatic payoff. Roughly, the whole gang ends up in Inkworld, including the loathsome Orpheus, who can also read things into being. By the end, most bad guys die, less bad people redeem themselves, and some people undie.
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