And I have company for my aunt's gallery opening tomorrow, and it's company I don't see much of, so that seems like it should be a good thing. And markgritter is coming home, and I miss him, and I have reason to believe that early '06 will be a vast improvement over late '05 in the amount of markgritter-time I get. Something to look forward to, I guess.
And timprov and I had a lunch so good I'm still marveling at the goodness of that lunch. Ohhhh, Spanish lembas fish.
And missista avoided major behavioral mishaps.
So, y'know. Hey. Could be worse. Could be better, too, but we're getting by. Can't complain.
(Yah, I know, I just did that to make your heads explode if you remember the Minnesota translation post from a few months back. So sue me.)