Black Coffee In Bed

NP: Frank Zappa, Thing-Fish (CD)

For those of you who missed me, I've been working a consulting gig in the north suburbs, while still maintaining my after-hours rock and roll schedule. As a result, I think I had about a half-hour of time that wasn't spend working, sleeping, driving, playing soccer or playing music over the space of about seven days. I don't mind being busy at all, really, it's just that it was a bit of a shock to the system.

Lots and lots of coffee was consumed, suffice it to say.

A couple of observations from the freelance gig, while we're at it. First, there does not seem to be any shortcut home from Northfield. I've tried slightly different freeway and non-freeway variations all four days of the job last week, and every one of them took an hour to go, roughly, twelve miles. It's an hour commute, and I'll just have to live with it. Second, there are people in the world who attend educational courses called "Body Cavity Fluid Examinations: Problem Patterns and their Resolution." This isn't surprising or anything, but still noteworthy and likely to induce some fun Google search results.

I've got, essentially, the whole house to myself this week and next, as both AC and our landlord are on vacation. No real debauchery is planned, but it's nice to know that I could plan some if I wanted to.

It's also nice to know I spelled "debauchery" correctly on the first try. It's the little things that tend to make my day. For the rest of the time, more coffee!