Saturday
After going to bed far later than I should have, I had a horrible night’s sleep. I seemed to wake up almost every time that I turned over or moved. Then, one of the cats loudly knocked something over around 7:30… and again a few minutes later. And, one of our neighbors was hammering something around 9:30. I was actually glad for the hammering – it roused me from a post-snooze button sleep.

I dragged myself out of bed and made my way into the bathroom. I followed the proscribed rituals d’hygeine and got dressed. I gathered my things together to head out to work. And that is when I noticed it.

It was snowing. Again.

I went outside, started the car and proceeded to brush the snow from the car. I went to work, took care of a few things and left after 2½ hours. There is nothing that compares to a short and uneventful day at work.

When I got home, Jess showed me something on DirecTV’s Freeview: Rush in Concert, specifically the A Show of Hands concert.

::: bliss :::
I ran into the office and turned it on. I was deliriously happy. I even got out my bass – which I haven’t played in far too long – and muddled through the songs that I nominally remembered how to play.

After that, we went out for lunch and wandered around for a bit. We went out to dinner and a comedy club with Heather, , Jen (his fiancee), and Heather’s parents. We had a ball. In fact, if you ever hear that Bengt (pronounced “bent”) Washburn will be performing in your locale, go check out his show.

Then it was off to bowling: and Jen joined us. All-in-all, I bowled at new levels of mediocrity… but had fun doing so. Post-bowling breakfast was, as usual, at the local V.I. Tonight, there was something a little different, though. The place was packed! There was a group (a LARGE group) from some MLM-style company. They took up at least 30% of the dining space. “Curiouser and curiouser…”

And now, we’re back… and I’m tapped, so I think that I shall call it a night.

Namaste.