Patricia returned from the cottage this afternoon, after spending a few days there. This meant that my meat-eating, vegetable-ignoring fun times evaporated like the morning dew.
We watched a couple episodes of Burn Notice this evening before I went downstairs and pee'd away 30 minutes or so in my home office.
I didn't have a chance today to transcribe any more of the Dan Barton interview. I have been negligent. I should be able to pick away at it on Wednesday during my lunch hour and tomorrow after work. Should is the operative word.
Vacation starts a week from Thursday at 4:31. I can hardly wait. Two weeks of doing nothing. Patricia was talking this evening about going out a couple of times. Maybe to a breakfast or two on the veranda during River John Days during our first week off, but other than that, I really don't want to go anywhere. We will have dvd's to watch and books to read. There is a nice stereo down there that has a good radio tuner in it that can pick up most of the radio stations here in Halifax. There is plenty of food. There is a barbecue. There is a lawn tractor for the 8 or so times we'll have to mow the damn lawn. What else is there that we'd need? I mean, really?
My 3rd full day in my new digs. Someone came by today to adjust my work space because it was one inch shorter than it should have been. Yeah, like I really noticed. I had to remove everything off my desk, have him do his work, and then re-assemble the computer and put everything back where it was. Afterward, I didn't notice any real difference. Can we issue a big sigh now?
We have found a new coffee shop. The last place we went to before I got sick and tired of it was Certainly Synonymous for bad coffee, wasn't it? I won't say the name though. Never.
Have a good evening. See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
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