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| SemiDaily ∞ Thursday, July 15, 2004 |
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 You know, you never see Dick Cheney and Jerry Falwell together. Hmmm...
Welcome back. Sorry for the hiatus. I've undergone an intense bout of ennui and had committed myself to a bout of cryogenic preservation until a cure could be found.
And now, here I am.
No one's found a cure for the tedium, but after being two days late with the electric bill The City of Baldwin City cut off our electricity and I slowly thawed in the freezer in the basement. I still have no feeling in three of my favorite toes.
Just been busy. That's all. Sorry. We might be in for an It's-Christmas-Here's-What-We've-Been-Up-To letter kind of thing over the next few entries. I'm not going to pretend anymore that this will be a daily thing. As Jerry says, I should call it "semi-annually". Oh, that Jerry.
So here's what's going on. Tori has a new bedroom, that she's bitter about because she didn't realize she might have to work on getting her stuff moved out of her old room... and when that didn't happen, I had to put on the mover's hat and do it for her. Now her stuff will sit in boxes in her new room. I mention we might need to set an alarm clock for her so she might show up before noon, and she quips she wishes she could find her alarm clock. I suggest she might go through her stuff... But that's crazy talk.
Desmond's excited about his new bedroom. He's so excited he can't sleep. And neither can ML or I. I thought we were done with this frat-style sleep deprivation when Des started sleeping the whole night through. But he has trouble settling into sleep, and he's up at the crack of two hours before dawn...
Ian's going to be working on cleaning his room today, with his mother standing beside him to provide motivation. The other motivation is that he's seen the intervention that happened with Tori's room, and he's been put on notice that his room's next. If he doesn't want to clean it, that's fine. I will.
We have another animal. A standard (as opposed to automatic) poodle. Real smart dog. Pees on the floor and proceeds to sit in it. If it could only douse itself in bleach before sitting on it and clean the floor, it wouldn't be a big deal.
Oh well. I need to get back to work. Just been another six months of being the Bad Guy to get things done around here. That pretty much sums it up!
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