ugh.

Work has been INSANE lately. We've had production issues up the wazoo, and a lot of us have been putting in crazy hours. And I just went on-call for a week (knock-on-wood). Gah!

Things are going well at home: Max is a great little monkey (he just turned 3) and Cleo is a beautiful little ball of nearly-walking mischief (who just turned 1). And when she sleeps through the night (which is part of the time), things are that much better. My parents were in town for a few days a couple of weeks ago, and that mostly went well. The kids were happy to see "Grammie and Grampie," and I think my folks were happy to connect with 2/3 of their grandchildren, whom they see an average of once a year.

If I were better about such things, I'd blog with the regularity I'd had back in 2003-4, when I was kickin' it old-school with emacs on my friend's server, and bitching about politics. Now life is just too busy. (Aah, I've been saying that for years.)

The kitchen in finally renovated. Pictures...someday. :-)

The new job is good, just BUSY. Did I mention how freaking busy it was?

How lame am I? I'm almost done reading Gravity's Rainbow. I started it... what, 10 years ago? Only finally in earnest nearly 2 years ago? Wonders never cease. Strangely enough, I picked up Pynchon's newest doorst--.. er, Against The Day, hardcover, for 7 bucks, brand new.

Like I have any freaking time to read for fun anymore.

Whaaaah.

OK, back to work. Bleah.