After my exalted state yesterday, OF COURSE I don’t get to keep it. Instead, here it is 6:30 in the morning and raining comme un batard (I think I’m missing a circonflex in there) and I’m feeling ill and sad, because I just accidentally read somebody else’s correspondence on my computer. I was looking for all the midi files on my Mac so I can fire them over to Mr. Music and he can sort through what he likes…. but smacked into Katie’s IM with Dax at midnight because it was the first thing that came up on the search. How’s that for a coincidence? Now that I’ve admitted I’m a jerk, I think I’ll have some more coffee. I have no witnesses to the fact I did not go looking for this intel; I hope you’ll take my word for it.
Yup – Katie is visiting. I’m not entirely sure how long she will be here, but I think it’s safe to say she will need a lot of love and support over the next little while. She’s scheduled to start school at VCC in September; she says she’s looking forward to it and I believe her. The rest is me being silent, but if you can visualize me squirming in sympathy, that’ll cover it.
I can’t get the Angstones version of the Lonely Goatherd out of my head. That infernal yodelling! It’s bouncing off the inside of my skull like a veritable Pachinko of billiard balls.
The CEO of a 17 billion Euro company is coming through the office today. No, I’m not making that up either. My response was to go to his corporate website, print out his picture, and stick it up over my desk with a cheerfully deflatory comment; I know that the cubicle police will come through at dawn and take it down, so I’m perfectly safe. They will never comment. They know what I’m like. Hey, he said on his bio on the corporate site that he had a sense of humor (also that he likes white water rafting). It’s everybody else’s reaction that I’m going for….
Jeff has once again improved the house, this time by putting sound dampening on the toilet lid. NO, not fur trim. Blech. He put it on the toilet tank so that the bathroom no longer rings like a gong when you put the lid up. We leave it down because the cats like to drink from the john, which we judge to be lacking in aesthetics and hygiene both.
Last night we fed Keith, Katie and Paul something of a feast. It was very good to see all of them, and we watched a couple of NCIS episodes, which have Ziva in them, trying to gel with her new team… Mike was supposed to drop over, but it’s like waiting for the bridegroom. I have to keep the lamp trimmed at all times. Or maybe he didn’t want to drop into a family gathering; that would not surprise me.
Back to the midi files. Having revealed the cause of my unhappiness, I feel somewhat better.
