The Week in Review...
A Decade of Dominance!
Last Saturday was what now is a solid holiday tradition for me - seeing the Army-Navy gridiron game with Isaac. Navy, Gods love them, have now won 10x in a row. As it should be! :-) The boys made it a more exciting game than it was last year, with the exception of last year's freaky 10km long pass. Having the President provide commentary was also a treat!
Afterward Isaac and I went to our usual Chinese restaurant and, among other things, discussed wedding plans (no, not ours! Stop thinking that! I don't need problems with Michelle! :-) ) Issac will be getting me into a tux in April. The dear boy (unsurprisingly) already inquired to his supplier if they had kids sizes!
Feverish Dreams
I blame myself. I took half the lo mein home from the restaurant and ate it late Tuesday night when I got home from the Chess Club (where I was playing host to the Mass. Go Association since they lost their room down the hall some months ago). Wed morning at 0420 I woke up throwing up. This lasted until 1000 or so when I finally fell back to sleep on the couch (the Twins loved that).
"All intelligent creatures dream." But I usually don't remember my dreams. Here I dreamed of a large house. This is the second time I've dreamed of this particular house and its to the point where I can nearly map out the internal rooms. It's large and L-shaped. One of its ads actually stated, "House so large you can put Junior in the play room and not hear him from the living room!"
The other dream involved being in a bedroom that looked like the bedrooms in the cabins that my grandparents used to rent at the 1000 Islands way back, yes, in the 70s - that wonderfully civilized time when society wasn't ruled by moronic, abject fear and two 12 year old boys could go off for the day across the border to Gananoque, Ontario, and return home by supper. I didn't see it, but a Painted Turtle was apparently thrown through the window. I heard the window breaking, but never saw it. But I knew a Painted Turtle had been thrown through the windows. I quickly found it between the bed and the wall where it was being played with by a small black bunny.
Aaron was also in the room, which makes the first time I've dreamed of a co-worker that I can remember since I came to the AAVSO.
I woke up and found I had a fever of 38.94°. It was breaking at that point so it may have been higher while I was sleeping, I don't know. It broke and I was fine, fever-wise, by 2200. In the end, I think it was bad lo mein...or made bad lo mein by me.
This Shining Night
Last night was the Boston Gay Mens Chorus Holiday Concert. Steve was, of course, wonderful. Someday he needs to do a solo, or be one of the boys in front because he just doesn't sing, he moves with the music so its obvious he's feeling it. It's really wonderful. The Chorus is known for campy send-ups, and they didn't disappoint in this area last night. They did a paraody of Cindy Lou Who, Dancer the misfit Raindeer, and the Isle of Misfit Boys.
With Aaron making a small suggestion on testing a program that has taken me far too long to write, I got the code working about -3 minutes after I had to leave work last night. I need to do some significant testing on it Monday morning, but I think we can have this pushed out during the first half of this week, which will be good.
I was so happy and excited that I left my backpack at HQ. I walked to the bus, rode the bus to Harvard Station, and took the subway to Davis Sq. before I realized with a panic that I didn't have the normal, large, 5kg weight on my back. (Steve's comment when I told him I'd left the backpack at HQ after the concert: "You're not wearing your backpack?! How are you living??") In a panic I called Lauren at HQ and she wonderfully said that my backpack was right by my desk. After the concert, Gods bless the MBTA, I went out to HQ and got it.
A Death in the Wardrobe
I've known this was going to happen for some weeks now, but yesterday afternoon it finally came about. The belt loop of my knife holster came apart. Why is this such a big deal? This particular holster I've worn probably 99.9% of the time since I've been 11 years old. I've worn it in Jr. High, High School, College, Work, Airplanes, Weddings, Funerals, and the White House Oval Office in far saner times than we live in now. My grandparents got it for me to hold my first Boy Scout knife and has held every knife I've had since then. And so, I need to find a leatherworker to replace the belt loop. Among my friends that shouldn't be too difficult.
Today
As I write this I'm listening to the Boston Gay Mens Chorus's Joy CD, which was the recording they did of last year's concert. I've gone through my moves for my international correspondence chess tournament (most of the games are still rather equal, but I think I have a lost position against my Turkish opponent). Now I need to pick up around here a bit and then formally start the AAVSO IT Infrastructure Paper.
Tonight holds Yule Celebrations with Don, etc.
Also, somehow on the schedule is an hour or so of chess training. I am very close to breaking USCF1200 and want a good performance rating during the Boston Continental Amateur on the 6th. That won't come from luck!
Last Saturday was what now is a solid holiday tradition for me - seeing the Army-Navy gridiron game with Isaac. Navy, Gods love them, have now won 10x in a row. As it should be! :-) The boys made it a more exciting game than it was last year, with the exception of last year's freaky 10km long pass. Having the President provide commentary was also a treat!
Afterward Isaac and I went to our usual Chinese restaurant and, among other things, discussed wedding plans (no, not ours! Stop thinking that! I don't need problems with Michelle! :-) ) Issac will be getting me into a tux in April. The dear boy (unsurprisingly) already inquired to his supplier if they had kids sizes!
Feverish Dreams
I blame myself. I took half the lo mein home from the restaurant and ate it late Tuesday night when I got home from the Chess Club (where I was playing host to the Mass. Go Association since they lost their room down the hall some months ago). Wed morning at 0420 I woke up throwing up. This lasted until 1000 or so when I finally fell back to sleep on the couch (the Twins loved that).
"All intelligent creatures dream." But I usually don't remember my dreams. Here I dreamed of a large house. This is the second time I've dreamed of this particular house and its to the point where I can nearly map out the internal rooms. It's large and L-shaped. One of its ads actually stated, "House so large you can put Junior in the play room and not hear him from the living room!"
The other dream involved being in a bedroom that looked like the bedrooms in the cabins that my grandparents used to rent at the 1000 Islands way back, yes, in the 70s - that wonderfully civilized time when society wasn't ruled by moronic, abject fear and two 12 year old boys could go off for the day across the border to Gananoque, Ontario, and return home by supper. I didn't see it, but a Painted Turtle was apparently thrown through the window. I heard the window breaking, but never saw it. But I knew a Painted Turtle had been thrown through the windows. I quickly found it between the bed and the wall where it was being played with by a small black bunny.
Aaron was also in the room, which makes the first time I've dreamed of a co-worker that I can remember since I came to the AAVSO.
I woke up and found I had a fever of 38.94°. It was breaking at that point so it may have been higher while I was sleeping, I don't know. It broke and I was fine, fever-wise, by 2200. In the end, I think it was bad lo mein...or made bad lo mein by me.
This Shining Night
Last night was the Boston Gay Mens Chorus Holiday Concert. Steve was, of course, wonderful. Someday he needs to do a solo, or be one of the boys in front because he just doesn't sing, he moves with the music so its obvious he's feeling it. It's really wonderful. The Chorus is known for campy send-ups, and they didn't disappoint in this area last night. They did a paraody of Cindy Lou Who, Dancer the misfit Raindeer, and the Isle of Misfit Boys.
With Aaron making a small suggestion on testing a program that has taken me far too long to write, I got the code working about -3 minutes after I had to leave work last night. I need to do some significant testing on it Monday morning, but I think we can have this pushed out during the first half of this week, which will be good.
I was so happy and excited that I left my backpack at HQ. I walked to the bus, rode the bus to Harvard Station, and took the subway to Davis Sq. before I realized with a panic that I didn't have the normal, large, 5kg weight on my back. (Steve's comment when I told him I'd left the backpack at HQ after the concert: "You're not wearing your backpack?! How are you living??") In a panic I called Lauren at HQ and she wonderfully said that my backpack was right by my desk. After the concert, Gods bless the MBTA, I went out to HQ and got it.
A Death in the Wardrobe
I've known this was going to happen for some weeks now, but yesterday afternoon it finally came about. The belt loop of my knife holster came apart. Why is this such a big deal? This particular holster I've worn probably 99.9% of the time since I've been 11 years old. I've worn it in Jr. High, High School, College, Work, Airplanes, Weddings, Funerals, and the White House Oval Office in far saner times than we live in now. My grandparents got it for me to hold my first Boy Scout knife and has held every knife I've had since then. And so, I need to find a leatherworker to replace the belt loop. Among my friends that shouldn't be too difficult.
Today
As I write this I'm listening to the Boston Gay Mens Chorus's Joy CD, which was the recording they did of last year's concert. I've gone through my moves for my international correspondence chess tournament (most of the games are still rather equal, but I think I have a lost position against my Turkish opponent). Now I need to pick up around here a bit and then formally start the AAVSO IT Infrastructure Paper.
Tonight holds Yule Celebrations with Don, etc.
Also, somehow on the schedule is an hour or so of chess training. I am very close to breaking USCF1200 and want a good performance rating during the Boston Continental Amateur on the 6th. That won't come from luck!