The IPTV project at work goes well. Using a special software load on the Moxi box, and working closely with name of company redacted, we are apparently the first people to make box that can names of features redacted in actual people's actual homes, not just in a lab.
Due to the 4 day holiday, our CEO sent out a broadcast email inviting everyone who absolutely didn't need to stay `til five to take off a couple of hours early. Didn't need to ask me twice.
I stopped at my grape juice pusher (the The Vineyard Wine Shop) to pick something up for the next day's feast. He made a couple of suggestions, all of which were discovered the next day to be most excellent. I like to tell people I've outsourced my wine snobbery.
The piano lesson was, as I had about expected, pretty brutal. I had missed the previous week due to work overload that previous Wednesday, and also had missed the salon the weekend before that. I was given a new scale to work on, and then we worked the chromatic scale in the current piece.
Then I met up with
Thursday
After a nice slow awakening, I got ready, and then whipped up a batch of Atwood secret holiday punch. I repeated last year's substitution, swapping in unsweetened lemon-lime seltzer. It makes it a lot less sweet, and a lot more drinkable. I also threw in an actual lime, cubed up, which also improved it. About a kilo of crushed dry ice, stirred semi-constantly, made it nice and slushy. It was a hit.
In the early afternoon, I picked up
Friday
I woke up at five-dark-oclock, and within half an hour I was heading back down to
I was really starting to fade out by the end, but fortunately, we were at the end of the list, and I conked out for a much needed nap.
That evening,
Saturday
I spent much of the day cleaning my apt, etc, et al.
The evening, I went down to Kent,
I hit the local grocery story by my apt on the way home, and bought two turkeys and pans at clearance prices. The plan is to completely render them into poultry stock, to be frozen, and then used as needed.