Good drinking last night, if I were someone else. Instead, I worked until 7:45, which is a Friday night record for me. I didn't even feel like that "stunt" guy on the Bud Lite commercials ("For my next stunt, I will stay at the office until 5:01 . . . ON A FRIDAY!"). It felt good to get things cleaned up a bit and feeling like I had dodged another stroke. Things were rough last week, to say the least. Next week should be better, though I brought a briefcase of work home with me this weekend. If clients pay me, I should have a good bonus at the end of the year. Woo hoo! I'll plow more money into my children's 529s and pay for their Christmas presents. Party on, Garth!
This will be an abbreviated Weekend Eudemon. My son has a cross-country meet, and I have to cart him across town in a few minutes. After that, I need to get my other son to his rocket football game. Then I have a 45-minute break, which I'll probably use to breathe. I'm really looking forward to it.
Until next week, enjoy the wonderful fall air.
