Awake early due to Ericka having an insulin pump malfunction. Got that all fixed, but stalling on getting to my writing.
Syncing iPhone. Been a while, so I'll get breakfast while it backs up and such. Maybe that will engage writing centers.
Wondered idly while walking to the office this morning: At 43 can I be, officially, a dirty old man? Or do I remain simply a cad?
Also: Is it every acceptable to comment "Madam, those trousers are a complement to your derrière."?
me lol @DRUNKHULK : DRUNK HULK LEAVE YOU FRIEND BEHIND! CAUSE YOU FRIEND NO DANCE! AND IF THEY NO DANCE! WELL THEY NO FRIEND OF DRUNK HULK!
So far, today has been about banging my head against a wall of jQuery programming oddities. My fault, I'm sure, but darn they're wacky!
You know what they say about hitting your head
against a wall? It's true. It does feel good to stop.
Home. Wonder what the weekend holds in store for me? Probably putter in the garden. Dog park. Watch baseball. Nap.