April 15th, 2009

wombat

Hopeful, that's the word

Got up this morning feeling okay, and am heading off to the Day Job now - with DayQuil. Just in case. Still coughing a little, but that may be from burning the toast this morning.

Good luck to edminster, the Other McCain, and everybody else going to today's Tea Parties. I'm with you in spirit, and praying for you. Call us terrorists, will they? I say: WOLVERINES!!!
dead wombat

Tax season's over, kthxbye

I'm a little wired from all the black tea and DayQuil I've been ingesting since eating an early dinner at 1620 and going to the Night Job shortly thereafter, but I think the stimulants will wear off in the couple of hours before I crash. Night Job was pretty dull; we had some walk-ins but it wasn't nearly as crazy as I'd been led to expect it would be. Heck, it wasn't even as busy as last night. So I stayed for a couple of hours until Deb came in, hung out talking to one of the tax preparers (who turned out to be from Haverhill and a descendant of "Fightin' Joe" Wheeler) about Civil War stuff, Massachusetts, Minnesota, and other weirdnesses for about an hour before heading home.

So here I am...going to take advantage of the early time off and go to bed early.