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Well, I haven’t really been in the mood to sit down and blog for a while. I’m still not. But, still, there are a few tidbits that might interest those of you who don’t talk to me very often. (Oh, wait—that’s everybody except Aaron.)

So, let’s see… Last week, I was offered a position as Webmaster for an organization of which I am a member. As people do Google this particular organization and find my website, I won’t include it in the text of this entry, just in case it’s not public knowledge amongst the membership yet.

The whole experience made me feel good about myself, really, and gave me a much-needed ego boost. Apparently, the Guy In Charge had asked my Carpool Buddy (also Assistant Director) if he knew of anyone who was well-versed in things web-design-related. So, since I’ve made known my web design proclivities, my Carpool Buddy gave The Guy In Charge my name and the name of one other person (who happens to donate server space for another organization I volunteer my time with). So, they asked, I accepted, and now I’m the Website Committee Chair, aka Webmaster, with my partner-in-crime as self-proclaimed webminion. We’re working on getting Paypal set up so members can Paypal their dues; then we’ll be starting on a full-site makeover.

On another subject: Mark, Aaron and I were going to go see Boogaloosa Prayer on Saturday night, but Mark ended up getting ill and staying home, so Aaron and I decided not to go. Good thing, too, because the Austin City Limits featuring the Pixies ended up being on PBS Saturday night instead of Sunday, like Aaron had thought. So, we unplugged the internet and plugged the cable into the capture card in Aaron’s Dell, and gave this whole PVR thing a shot.

OMG. That was SO cool.

We made a DVD out of the Austin City Limits show, complete with chapter stops and artwork. (I’m still working on making print-quality PDFs of the insert I made, and on getting the stupid disc art to print.) Making DVDs totally beats taping a show on VHS. This rules.

(Edit: Check out JPGs of my cover art and disc art)

As for today… ehh. Started out OK, pretty slow work day. Ended up kind of really freakin’ busy. See, we have to get all of our loan changes and modifications finished by month-end, and we have to stay until they’re finished. Everything was cool until, like, 3:00. Then every goddamn loan officer in Sky decided it was time to fax us shit. I ended up staying 20 minutes overtime because of the workload and because of a computer glitch that made me enter a bunch of data twice.

Now, I wouldn’t mind the overtime so much, if it weren’t for the fact that the half hour after I get home from work is my only Aaron Time during the day. My half hour of daily Aaron time became ten minutes today, and that was after speeding home Gran Turismo-style.

And then it doesn’t help that I’m *always* tired after work, and I’m getting, well, tired of it. It’s just, goddamn, how can I follow my Amy’s advice to avoid making work the central part of my day when all I want to do when I get home is eat, watch the news, and take a nap?

But we won’t get into that. I just wanted to give y’all a quick what’s-up. Oh, and it looks like my daily hits have subsided back to around 15 a day. Guess I didn’t get too many new “regulars” after the Ohayocon post. Ah, well.

When I was little (up until I was about eight years old), my bedtime was 8:00pm. At 7:00, I had “Quiet Time,” which involved turning off the lights and watching the beginning of the evening’s prime-time television programming in the living room with the rest of the family. No playing or running around, and I believe I had to be in my nightgown by this point.

Even at eight years old, I thought 8:00 was a god-awful time to have to go to bed—especially when it was still light outside, and other kids were still playing. But rules were rules, especially when it was a schoolnight. I remember Mom told me once that maybe those kids’ mommies didn’t love them as much as she loved me, or something like that. But, anyway, having Quiet Time really helped settle me down for bed, even if I did try to read under the covers afterward.

Fast forward to twenty years later.

After this weekend of drumcorps shenanigans, I was (and still am) aching in places I’d forgotten about. My shoulders, back muscles, thighs, biceps and triceps all ache—and all we did was stand there and play our horns! (And get high on breathing exercises. Easy, legal and free. Oh, yeah…)

As I contemplated my aching muscles at work today, it occured to me that I hadn’t christened the actual bathtub in our new house since we’d moved in. Showers, sure, but no baths yet.

So, this evening, around 9:30pm, I put some 24 Gone in the CD player, went upstairs and drew myself a bath. (After giving the tub a good scrub, that is.) And, oh, how good it felt. I’d forgotten that I like baths. Oh, yeah.

Now here I sit, in my bathrobe, listening to the 24 Gone CD play itself out, blogging, wrapping up the day’s to-do list. So relaxed. So much less sore than I was.

I think I should make this into my new Quiet Time.

I found this one intriguing; it’s about High School. So, I figured, WTF.
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I have a couple of witty ideas for blog entries, and I wanted to document yesterday’s LakeShoremen Brass rehearsal, but I just feel kind of ehh. Aaron’s even home for the week, and still I feel ehh. I did manage to successfully install MT-Blacklist, and for that I feel a little less ehh, although I won’t know if it’s not working until… well, until it doesn’t work.

I’m going to go see what Aaron’s found to watch on TV. Oh, yeah, and I’m going to stop drinking so much Caffeine-Free Diet Coke, because I’m belching like… um… like I did in college. Except quieter.