My company is having a 7am meeting in Woburn, MA tomorrow morning. Woburn is about 2 hours north of my house, by car. That would require me to leave at unacceptable:00 to arrive on time. However, due to a fortunate turn of events, we decided to rent a suite at a Marriott “Residence Inn” for the meeting. The original plan was to show up in the morning, get the room, and then use a “late check out” the same day. In a flash of insight, I decided to *sleep* in the room instead, meaning that I took a leisurely drive up here this evening … stopping off for some mad Katamari at capital_l and technolopes house. Two guesses as to who carved the pumpkin.
Who lives like this? That’s right. Rock stars live like this. It’s the only explanation, really.
Today was remarkably productive. For the first time in memory, I finished all the tasks I had listed off for the weekend. This included:
* Got the beer-fridge running in the basement. I now have a *chilled* keg of homebrew on tap.
* Fixed the dryer vent
* Installed the buddha of the splice, who revealed himself to redmed.
* Fixed stuff around the house. Puttered.
* Went over finances with redmed, enabling the purchase of holiday travel, Haiti tickets, and so on.
* Canned the sauerkraut. 7 quart jars. For those who need to know such things, it’s worth noting that Michael’s has broad selection of mason jars, for sale as singles.
* Mowed the lawn, possibly for the last time this year
* Tried out the chiminea.
Woot. I’m going to sleep. Unacceptable:00 plus two hours is still damn early.
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