In other news, I finally got home at 7:15 last night, dog-tired as a result of hiking down to the parking ramp behind Butler Square by way of the Nicollet Mall LRT stop. Dealt with e-mail, looked at various things online, and ate dinner before going off to bed, where I went prospecting for new AMVs for an hour or so before going to sleep. I notice that AMV.org is having one of the periodic financial crises that afflict organizations that exist through the kindness of strangers; basically, 1% of the people that use the site are donating, which is not really enough to satisfy the ever-increasing demands for bandwidth. ATC donated a few hundred bucks to AMV.org last year out of gratitude to Kris McCormic and the rest of the crew, since we've traditionally run a lot of AMVs at our room parties and not too many of them come from the (admittedly formidable) local talent. I think we need to do that again this year, and maybe pimp the site a little to our members.
More physical therapy this morning, which I made it to on time for once by actually getting up at 6 AM and getting on the road at 6:45. What a difference fifteen minutes makes! It was clear sailing up to the Crosstown, over to 100, and up to the hospital. More flogging of lymph nodes ensued, followed by a demonstration of bandaging, since I'll be doing it myself this weekend. Even with taking Wirth Parkway to 55, I got into work nice and early (9:30) which means I won't have to stay so late tonight and may actually have the energy to get some laundry and more unpacking done.