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Sunday, June 13, 2004

The plan was to use today to get over yesterday. I didn't sleep last night, and I was so drained this morning that I even turned Tammy down when she phoned and asked me to go for a ride with them. Saying no to an invitation like that (trust me on this) never happens. On any other day I would have been out the door in a flash.

But I needed to recover. I needed to rest. I needed to hide.

That didn't happen either, though. A massive typing job started arriving over the fax at midday, page after page, with a cover note informing me that this was needed for an important meeting about the Kennel tomorrow. Good thing I didn't go anywhere, isn't it? Good thing I was home licking my wounds instead of out somewhere gallivanting, isn't it?

I'm sure this extra work is appreciated. I know that if I didn't do it, I wouldn't have a shot at being cut into the deal. I certainly don't have any money to contribute to the project. If sweat is what it takes, at least it's something I can afford to give. Just don't ask me to pretend to be happy about it on a sleepy Sunday.

When I talked to Julie on the phone, I let her know that this was my planned day of recovery, and that I'd given up a chance (two chances, actually) to spend time with the family. I'm not even sure why I said it, because it didn't make any difference. All it did was make someone else feel bad, and that's not what I'm about. (To be honest, I don't think she felt all that bad anyway. She's one of those people that if something needs to be done, she does it, no excuses.)

8 June 2004

The only picture I have (so far) of Aiden with his eyes open.

The derelict printer is still sitting on my desk. Thanks to some good advice, I'm probably just going to box it up and take it back to the Big W. I'll tell them what happened, if they ask. I just hope they don't ask, because I'm not sure what did happen. (The last message I got from tech support was a suggestion to try the printer on a different computer. That wasn't very helpful, if you want my opinion.)

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Barry Bonds came up with first base open in the third inning of today's game in Baltimore. The fans started to boo, not because they don't like Bonds but because they wanted to see him take some swings, and they expected the Orioles to walk him. They didn't. They pitched to him. He hit a two-run homer, and the Giants went on to win the final game of this endless road trip, 7-3. They split the road trip, 7 wins and 7 losses, and they come home just two games out of first place (because of what happened to the Padres today at Yankee Stadium, wow).

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