Fifty-six point zero hours. Hours at work from last Saturday to today. It would have been no big deal, ten years ago, but I'm not that young anymore. My dishes are all dirty, my floor needs to be vacuumed (if not done weekly, it starts getting grey and fuzzy), and my bedding is (at last) being agitated in the washer. And this damned project still isn't done. This weekend, I'm going to have to cram load Programming with POSIX® Threads into my head again, and probably Monday go back in.

And there is still paperwork that MUST get done. Mostly for MSA reimbursements for 2003, the final request has got to be postmarked by the 1st.

The ReplayTV still doesn't work, I havn't had the time or wantto to tear it open, find some junk PC somewhere with a CDROM and a HD to do a `nix install on it to reimage the PVR.

No gym last wednesday, today, or this coming Monday, my trainer took a vacation. And I needed one from it too, I think I was starting to "cook" by back and front a bit much, they needed more rebound time.

I got a massage the Tuesday before last, but it wasn't near long enough, nor deep enough, and it cost enough that I don't want to do it very often.


Birthday party I was going to go to tonight got cancelled, the guest-of-honor seems to be suffering the same icky headcold that I and so many other people have been enjoying.