I didn't feel like getting up, but after I did, I guess its not so bad. Oh well, it was a very productive weekend, so I guess I should feel good about that, and now I can go off to work and do whatever it is worky that needs working. Or however you'd say that so it made sense.

In other news, the airpump on the 7 broke - which I really don't need, but will probably fry the cat quickly and break everything, and as the car needs to get emissions tested, it means I need the airpump. Though because Bob is cool, it should be only around $200, and should be done today or tomorrow. Until then, its more excitement driving Old Rusty the van around. Which needs gas, so I need to leave a bit early. The last time the 7 needed gas and I left early it started this whole belt fiasco, I'm hoping we don't do this again.

Other then that TOWM and Anne are in town, though sleeping, because oddly, they didn't want to wake up at 6 for an exciting breakfast. Go figure.

Ohh, and Walter has my Birthday wrong on his calendar - its tomorrow, not today. So no errant 'happy birthdays' I told you when it was, so you can gracefully know since you probably forgot anyway, because we all can't have birthdays the day after christmas or on tax day or other random well known holidays.