Tuesday

Only a couple of paragraphs tonight. My laptop is in the shop to vanquish the worm that put a permanent deactivation code on the anti-virus system. The IT guy called late this afternoon and said that he had purged the problem, but he was going to check it one more time. (Without jinxing him, he did say the same thing when he "fixed" it last week.

4 has a car problem in IC and I need to intervene tomorrow. Moms get the calls about life and the boys. Dads get the calls about the cars. Pick your poison.

Swine flu is yet another reminder that this custom of shaking hands all the time is for the birds. (Avian flu reference unintended, but Fruedianly relevant.) Given all the headlines in today's news sources, anyone who is shaking hands is taking on unnecessary risk. Declining a thrust-out hand is not a sign of disrespect. It's self-preservation.

I'm off to mow the field of grass also known as my yard. Early spin tomorrow, and then maybe a mid-day trip to IC to sort out the problems with HOOPDRM. Life truly is like a box of chocolates, Forest.

BCOT