Not long now.

This has actually been a pretty quiet week. Most of the craziness at work was offloaded onto December for the express purpose of giving us a glide path to the finish line. With Roo in Vegas for the week, I thought I would be well-set to spend 12 hour days at my desk, heroically delivering last-minute fixes and deftly maneuvering hundreds of pieces of notional gear…instead, it’s been a steady diet of in by 8:30 and out by 5:30, and a short week at that. I’m not complaining, but I’m sure that within a couple of months I’ll wish I could have banked some of this slow time.
Did I mention Roo is in Vegas? My non-smoking, non-drinking, non-dice-shooting, non-helling-around bride is in Vegas, in the Venetian, on the eve of the Consumer Electronics Show, room paid for – and I’m not? This is tantamount to me getting a 3-day spa pass. I don’t even have the confidence to have her put some money down on next years’ Redskins for me.
In a new development, I have found a way to slow-pedal the wakeup process in the morning. I set up the laptop by the bed and use the alarm clock function of Panic’s classic Audion MP3 player to pick up the Virgin Radio stream at 6 AM, just in time for the new Afternoon Tea show with Suggs. Nice glide path to wakefulness, without the mind-searing inanity of the Today Show. The downside is now I have to bring the laptop upstairs every night…

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