Finally got a decent night's sleep. Been having some really unpleasant dreams, including one about Peretz having a hideous chest injury, inspected him closely when I awoke, crazy.

Really lovely day, went & had scrumptious fried flounder with L. for lunch, hoping for a restful weekend.

Feeling fucking awful, muscles hurt.

Left work a bit early, fell asleep on couch, woke around 8 to taco night. Aces.

Ball game Saturday was kind of a gas, challenging to pay attention high in the peanut gallery.

Sunday, had to go to work in the afternoon to plug in an ethernet cable. On the way home, felt so terribly sad it was a bit confusing.

Wonder why I'm so sore.

Heading out to Fenway in a bit, maybe have an extra ticket, wanna come? Lovely day for a game.

Yesterday, believe it or not, did some gardening. Even got a blister on my thumb.

Working on plans for escape.

Sunshower. Just went & got some taquitos in town, happy Earth Day, fox's wedding, etc.

Last night, impromptu group with Josh & Jess at the International Noise Conference, was a lot of fun, some people seemed to enjoy it.

The tiredness is worrying, too tired to worry too much about it.

Week hiatus due to feeling dismal, weak, I know.

Car is operational, had a fun visit with kid, lotsa music, etc.

Flywheel is once again open, pretty neat, bit too much of a rock club, playing there this PM for INC.

Henry & Nancy had their baby middle of the night midweekend, welcome Stella Francis!

Overworked, car still in shop, fighting off a cold, bleh.

L.'s been feeling like crap also.

Spring is, however, proceeding nicely.

Cold fingers, been watching birds learn how to live.

Strange hot days, cooler now.

L.'s off hanging with her hard to schedule things with chum, I had sandwiches & pecan pie for dinner, also exotic soda, what could be better?

Last night, after tending to show at art space, was so tired I blacked out while watching a cartoon, just rewatched it. Less tired today despite very minimal sleep. The power of pecan pie.

Listening to a couple French guys make neat sounds with a piano soundboard. Show took too damn long to get started but it's lovely now.

Weird hot day, work less distressing than normal for lately, lovely now.

Work continues nightmarish, my car's in the shop, needs a new steering rack, sounds like. Slept like all that was the case, stomach ache.

Our pal K. has adopted our pal Lyle, formerly Tubby of Memphis and/or Augusta.

All work and no play makes etc., etc. Maybe I should find a nice caretaker position, somewhere remote.

Saw my first bumble bee of the season while sipping coffee on the back porch this AM.

Could use a beverage, dry hum of machines.

Over the weekend, got a Wii, thanks, Mom, whee. L. made me an Easter basket, made me think about my old purple bedroom. Also we went with K. to check out potential adopt-a-dog. Go, Tubby!- we're rootin' for ya.

Soup 'n' game shortly.

Another hellish week, had about enough. Today, our web dev resigned, good for him.

Weather is remarkably pleasant, we're off to Mexican dinner & a show shortly.

Loverboy had it right.

While I've been away:



Also, we got a cute little TV for K., who seems to like it. L. made delicious salty rolls. Trying to do vacation planning. Just sent off another job application. Dogs are sick of rain, sick of me, sick of their rainy day projects, and in Peretz's case, sick all over the carpet in the hall upstairs. Red planet take me home.

Waiting around at K's new place for refrigerator deliverers. Fixed her Roku.

Could use a snack.

Just back from a rather disappointing trip to the local department store, didn't like their selection of ice crushers, they didn't have the replacement mixer paddle I wanted, etc., etc.

Came home to learn from Internet that no one makes ice crushers that I like. May have to hit some antique shops.

So no practice after all, Andy had to go visit an in-law in hospital.

Show, though, good show. Could've done without the nearly dying on flooded roads driving home, can't have everything.

Inhospitable uncle. Fried chicken for dinner. Cookies from yesterday.

Twitchy, witchy. Ed Emberley on how to draw Fleetwood Mac with thumbprints and Flair pen.

Got an antique typewriter.

Oh, dearie, another workweek, didn't really exit the previous cleanly, stuff keeps coming up.

Phone is making disturbing beep tone in server room.

After work, band practice, then quiet improv show at Hampshire. Lather, rinse, etc.

Morning of futzing about with servers thanks to Microsoft's nth iteration of crappy embedded database, ick.

Beautiful day, purple flowers blooming in the yard, Pickles has broken out his sun hat & water wings.

Hideously busy week at work, no sign of settling down.

Been thinking about stuff to write, also advertising models. Not actually writing much, obviously.

Neil wants a scifi script for one. One Hell Planet coming up, eventually, maybe.

Also, my hosting provider has broken my website, spent the early AM in support limbo, maybe they'll fix it later.

On the advertising front, the question foremost in my mind is "Why has no one tried to address the degradation of trust & consequently value caused by the chaotic sleaziness of web advertising?"

A few days of sleepy blur, could use a few thousand more.

Should really walk the dog before the heavy rain starts.

Going to do taxes in a bit.

What a crappy blogger I am getting to be, how do you stand it?

Working from home, made some matzoh brei, and on and on and on. Possibly I need to be worked up about something or other to get the symbolic systems moving- cheerful, alert, not the least bit worked up.

Band name is 'egg, eggs' BTW, mixed reaction from the guys, but I still think we should go with it.