Don't talk to me about Mondays. I had the last two weeks off. Not only that, but usually I take the last week of the year (i.e., between Christmas and New Year's) off work... this is literally the first time in over a decade I've worked the last week of the year... so I have an especially gruesome case of the Mondays today (I'll get over it).
A week ago tomorrow I was in St. Louis, and I got a chance to accompany my (pregnant) daughter and son-in-law to their appointment for an ultrasound. That was the visit where we learned the sex of the fetal grandsprog: they're going to have a baby girl. I've already told my daughter that if my grandchild can't configure a wi-fi router before she's in kindergarten, I'll consider myself a failure as a grandfather... Fortunately my daughter's also a geek, so she has no problem with that.
(FWIW, my fetal grandsprog is 20 weeks old today; my daughter's due May 16 of next year.)
I tried going to see the new
Star Wars last Saturday (day before yesterday), but the line was too long for my taste, so I gave up on that idea and instead had lunch at a favorite Mexican restaurant I hadn't been to in way too long. I'm glad I did; it was good. I figure I'll see the new
Star Wars in a week or two; I'm sure it'll be around a while.
Not even back on the office for four hours, and already I'm looking forward to the long holiday weekend. Go look up "bad attitude" in the dictionary, and you'll see my picture there.
Y'all keep dry and warm.
Cheers,
bcg
My Bio Page - Arkansas
nasty weather!!!
