My reward

My conscience didn’t let me go to another board meeting without carpooling. Vehicular independence is all very well but there’s no excuse when I live scant blocks from two of the other board members  So Peggy and I went together in Ziva (I forced her to listen to Nancy Freeman on my car stereo boo hoo) and my reward was to have Tom materialize (scary, actually) next to Ziva when I dropped her off afterward with a container of frozen shrimp.  I was told to share it with Paul but that will be no hardship – apparently his niece Kaitlyn is in town this weekend.

The meeting itself was very good.  Everybody is so tired and overwhelmed but we work really well together and it was good to see.

Work, oh well.  I hope today is better.

Just recorded an hours of operation blurb for the office

Next time I’m feeling guilty that I don’t work hard enough I’ll remember I was using my own recording equipment to help the company at five in the morning.  Yeah.

Ted Danson replacing Lawrence Fishburne on CSI.  Yeah.

Katie over last night.  Yeah.

Tonight, Board Meeting for church.  Not so yeah, but it will be nice to see people.

Another prophet

“A pamphlet, no matter how good, is never read more than once, but a song is learned by heart and repeated over and over; and I maintain that if a person can put a few cold, common sense facts into a song, and dress them… up in a cloak of humor to take the dryness off them, he will succeed in reaching a great number of workers who are too unintelligent or too indifferent to read a pamphlet or an editorial in economic science.”–Joe Hill