Well, fortunately, there's little chance that anything worthwhile is happening after 5, so skipping out then would not be too bad. It's just dinner at that point (reservations are being made for 5). And, I don't feel so bad, because the team retreat thing was rescheduled to this day only last Tuesday, and my other dinner engagement is older than that. And the previous incarnation did not include a dinner for the team in the evening.
One of the panels on the Coke machine is sliding down, so you can see inside: there's a nifty wiring diagram there. Way cool.
Friggin' phone. I left it in bed.
Anyway, I'm thinking of starting to use the name "She Who Must Be Obeyed" for teh wife a la Rumpole. Or not. Depends on what she says. Did anybody else here enjoy Rumpole? Either the books or the TV series? One of the interesting things is the English (?) scruple against defending somebody who admits guilt.
I wonder when my belt will get here. I'm getting to the point where I feel it will definitely be helpful. The fatigue in my back from squatting is interfering with other lifts.
Oh, fuckle-dee-dee. They're doing our group's "holiday gift exchange" tomorrow because Teh Boss is up from Texas. I obviously didn't get around to getting anybody anything. I was thinking about baking some banana bread in little tins or something. Can't do it tonight. I don't celebrate "holidays" like this, but don't want to seem like a little grinch for not getting people little $5 knick-knacks. A few of these people were exorbitantly kind enough to get me decent wedding gifts, too, so now I'm like, well, gosh, I suppose I owe a small late Christmas gift. Or something. I don't know when I can get it. I just don't have time. Shuck that jive.
I also left my book at home. No reading on the train for me today.
I need to take a nap.
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