It’s that pesky personal life thing, folks.
Routine is shot to hell, as She Who Maintains is in L.A. where MUDGElet No. 1 has been hospitalized for over a week.
So today, tied up with hosting a committee meeting arranged when I was certain I would merely be co-piloting the hosting piece, I managed to evade the daily infusion of caffeine. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
As a former computer programmer (dates me; today my successors in the business are developers, don’t ya know), my world runs on caffeine. Miss it, everything is very wrong.
So, while the world keeps turning, and there are new wonders to wonder at, and new outrages to be outraged at, I’m content to veg’ out in front of the NFL games.
Back tomorrow, I’m sure.
Oh, and our daughter? Talked for over half an hour with her tonight — she’ll be going home in a couple of days, and is feeling much better, thanks. And She Who Maintains will be home the next evening.
It’s it for now. Thanks,