Killing time

Just cruisin' right now, squishing those last ten minutes before I can go home. Long day, very productive. In a rare event, I spent the entire afternoon working on a single project without distraction. Was off last Friday, and received numerous frivolous or half-baked requests for silly things (we want an internal contest, and link it from the public home page! we want five more useless pages of text in our site! we simply can't live without two updated sentences on our bio page! and we want it NOW!). Just goes to show, you never can tell when people will come streaming out of the woodworks.

But. All this is insignificant. I am going home in seven minutes, and my dad is coming to fix the switch that powers my disposal. It's a good thing in life to have a disposal.

My weekend was wonderful, although I ate too much. Sunday I actually found myself eating brunch, stuffing myself, when I wasn't hungry. Will be paying for that with many hours on exercise bike. Penance--it's the way of the world.

Also, I brought rain home with me, so my yard is incredibly green and lovely. Lightning struck very, very close to my house and knocked out the power for a while. I know it was close b/c I could see it vividly from two windows on opposite walls of the house--one facing front, one back. It was like it was in the room. Hard to explain, but you'd know what I mean if you'd ever seen it. It's a good thing in life when one's house is not struck by lightning.