Some guy had been wandering through my neighborhood for the last 20 minutes or so yelling what I assume is the name of his dog. It’s sad, and I wish him luck. But seriously: “Anton”? I can’t say I blame it.
In other news, I’m kind of exhausted. This weekend has involved 450 miles of travel (spread over four legs) and a grand total of seven scheduled events. All but one of those involved drinking, so I suppose I shouldn’t really complain. Yet I’m clearly doing it anyway — sorry about that.
But right now I have an hour to myself, a sunny couch to lie on, and the presumably-excellent Chronicles of Riddick on TV. Time to upload some photos and begin the process of forgetting to do my timesheet. Ahh, Sunday.
If people start “correcting” domain names like the Express did today, I fear the very fabric of our society will be destroyed. I am with you during this troubling time.
If people start “correcting” domain names like the Express did today, I fear the very fabric of our society will be destroyed. I am with you during this troubling time.
Thanks Mike. Your support during this difficult time is appreciated.