dPOD Update

Pool of Doom Update....

The pool contractor has been a no show for 4 months. Yep, can I pick em or what.Fortunately the "Good" pool company has stepped in and supplied their contractor contacts. So now I get to be the pool contractor/ coordinator. Fortunately I'm very close to having the pool completed, even tho it doesn't look like it.

I called the "good" pool company because they recommended the 'bad' pool company in the first place. They felt awful and in turn called around and found out that the 'bad' pool company has left 10 jobs unfinished. Up until last year, the 'bad' pool company made unbelievably beautiful pools. Figures the year I work with them, he goes poof.

The other 9 familes the 'bad' pool company has left in disarray are in much worse shape than I. From what I have heard, one family gave him a deposit of $28,000, and they don't even have a hole in their backyard to show for it. A few of the families have paid the whole amount without their pools being even semi close to being completed. No one but me has the pump or heater delivered much less installed.

I paid 2/3 of the $ due and have 2/3 of the work done. I have the heater, pump, plumbing, shot crete, tile and coping done. And by all account, I should be able to complete the work with the final draw $ that I still have. So, knock on wood, I'm in good shape. All estimates fit nicely in the budget. so far.

I've consulted a lawyer, but will only add my name to the law suit if I go over the original cost. But I don't expect to actually collect any $ from this guy. I'm lucky I'm not out mega bucks, like some of them. The electricians started last week, but guess what?!! We had an ice storm here. So you know what that means..... every power guy is probably going to be booked for weeks restoring power to the city. Which of course means a delay in little things like pool power. Sigh. My timing is impeccible.

Inspite of how every, and I mean EVERY thing I do gets complicated, it (usually) always works out for the best in the end. It's why I just take a deep breath and keep going full steam ahead instead of crawling into a corner and sobbing.

With the 'bad' pool company, I was going to have a very small, non-descript grey concrete deck built around the pool. Now, because I am working directly with the concrete company and the deck guy, I am going to have a much larger stamped(!) concrete deck that fits well within my budget. (crossing fingers it looks as nice as the pictures he showed me.)

After electrical, and decking, and the plaster is done... it's a wrap... or a swim. Well, I do need water of course. And a course or two, or three in how to maintain the water.

The good pool company also supplied the name of a pool man to come out and explain how to maintain a pool. What system are you using, they ask.............Bacquil, salt, chlorine? ................(strawberryblonde head tilt) Quoi?

I think I see a pool boy in my future...

What's that noise?

Chicken or Funny?

ICE!

Ok... all you yankees... you can laugh all you want. I know you think we're all winter wimps here in the south.

Yes we know you dig your cars out of 100 feet of snow and go on your merry way. We know you can navigate snow drifts tunnels, and winter hazards with more dexterity than we use to swerve around road kill.

But........... this is ice.

And no amount of 4 wheel drive, chains or anything else is going to help even a yankee drive on this.I know it doesn't look like much, but it was enough to shut down every major expressways and the Airport.

But just so you know....every person I saw interviewed with their car in a ditch, had a yankee accent, or a redneck one, but that's another story. (snicker)

Ouch. Limp. Groan.

^(co-workers taking me around to explore the old city, San Juan)^

Tuesday started early. Way too early. Between the time change, and the room clock radio that was apparently set wrong, I was wide awake at 5:45am. Yea, I'm a dork. So this meant I had more than 2 hours to kill before I had to walk two blocks to our office. Going back to sleep was not an option.

Speaking of walking. My feet STILL hurt. See, this is why women pack 4 pairs of shoes for a 2 day trip. We never know what the occasion will demand. And this occasion demanded sandals. The kind of sandals that could barely be felt on my poor feet. Luckily I had packed a pair.

Since it's been winter here and my skin is that pasty winter white, jeans and sandals were the dress of the day. Also, the infamous bowling match was also on the agenda. So casual dress it was to be.After getting ready, I went out by the pool and had coffee and breakfast while waiting for the rest of the Atl team to come down and head over to the office. Even cloudy, it felt so great sitting outside in the warmth. Le sigh. I didn't mind having to wait.

The reason the Atlanta office traveled to San Juan was for a company Kick Off meeting. It was also time for employee performance reviews, salary discussions, etc. I wasn't worried. I figured if they were spending the money to send me to Puerto Rico, I wasn't going to end up fired. ........ unless of course I bowled bad.

Seems my bowling skill was remembered from the last company meeting 4 years ago. Now, in the last 4 years of the company, we've gone through some major changes. Most of the people working here today weren't even working for the company. But my boss remembered I bowled really good .... And a few other people remembered too. So this year, it seems there was a fight over whose team I would be on. They decided to be fair and make the company Execs the team captains and the rest of us would draw numbers to fill out the team.

OK, so I admit it. I'm competitive. I like to win. But I haven't bowled in 4 years. Sure I once bowled in leagues and actually established a 200 average one year. But that was a LONG time ago. I hadn't dusted off my shoes and bowling ball since the last time I bowled, which was at the last company meeting. I don't even remember what my score was.

But ... as competitive as I am. ... there are a few other people that are more so. And I ended up drawing the CFO's team. OH yea. He wanted to win. He announced to everyone that "Susan's on my team!" And everyone else groaned in defeat. Can you say pressure?!!! shit, I knew I shoulda practiced when I found out we were having this 'fun' competition. lol.

So, I get set... shoes, ball, etc., and we all agree on a few practice shots. And I throw..... 4 ... yep FOUR gutter balls. Uh huh. I can't stop limping, I don't remember how to bowl, I've forgotten which foot starts off first. Everything is a complete blank. I remember nothing. I'm a complete spazz. "El Capitan" is looking at me like I've grown two heads .... I can see shock in his eyes..lol. oh great. He tells me that if we lose, the amount of pins we lose by will be added as a performance 'to-do' in my next evaluation. lol. Needless to say, I took a lot of teasing, but it was all in good fun.

Course it was more fun when I ended up bowling a 170 which beat everyone's score. And our team won the Company challenge. I limped away knowing my review would be a wee bit nicer. lol

Oh...and while bowling......I also pulled a rib muscle. Now how lazy and out of shape does one have to be in order to hurt themselves bowling?!!! Yea, well, I did. My rib still hurts. And my feet are still a bit tender.

But in my defense, I have to say that after bowling we went to old San Juan and walked. And walked. And walked. Up and down the steep city streets exploring the beautiful old city, since we had a few hours before our planned dinner was to begin. So it wasn't just bowling that made me sore.

Still, it mademe resolve to get back on the treadmill or go to the gym when I got home ..... just as soon as my feet recover.

Fly Me.

(view from my window on the flight home. There's an ocean down there somewhere.)

I rode with a co-worker down to the airport, making the trip soooo much nicer. I hate driving and negotiating that place. Between the construction and the traffic, that's often the worst part of the trip. I even navigated the Atlanta airport like a seasoned traveler, lap top slung across my shoulder, pulling my trolley suitcase behind me like all the pros. As a Sky Miles member, using the check in kiosks were a breeze and I remembered to tie a ribbon around the handle of my bag to spot it more easily at baggage claim when we landed. I checked the bag, got my boarding pass and then it was on to the ominous security lines.

I hate going thru the security section. Dread it even. But amazingly enough, I negotiated security without problem. I always seem to set off those alarms. This time I took off every piece of jewelry, took out the lap top correctly, removed my shoes without being yelled at, took off my jacket and made it through without any bells and alarms and didn't get that annoying pat down they seem to like to do these days. YAY me.

Once thru Security, my stress level dropped immensely. I actually found myself looking forward to the trip. We camped out in the Crown Room until flight time.

The flight was great. I always get a window seat. It's kinda like morbid fascination. It just seems so surreal looking out the window. I don't get the math. How flying works just boggles my mind. I just know we shouldn't be able to do this. But the view is amazing and I can't stop looking out. The picture above came out pretty well too.

I slipped off my shoes and settled in. I skipped watching the movie, enjoyed the dinner they served and once it got dark, curled up with the hum of the engines lulling me to sleep for the last 2 hours of the flight.

Then the trouble started. No not with the plane..... with my feet. They swelled up so much I could barely zip the ankle boots. What's up with that?! I hobbled thru the SJU airport to baggage claim. And I mean hobbled. OMG every step was excruciating but there was no way I was going to walk barefoot thru that place. So onward we trekked. And trekked. And trekked. Got the bags, made it outside to the taxi stands and grabbed a van to the hotel.

Driving in San Juan is not recommended for tourists. It's one insane place. Nobody uses turn signals. Stop signs after dark are a suggestion and not recommended obeying, and during the day if the sidewalk is available it too becomes a driving option. What a wild ride that was.

We made it safely to the hotel after being tossed around in the taxi and I hobbled to the front desk to check us all in (there were 5 of us). I couldn't wait to get to my room, rip off my shoes and soak my feet. Ladies...You know how you sit on the bathroom counter, feet in sink and put on makeup ... or soak your feet in my case... Well, you can't do that with a pedestal sink. Or a shower stall. PFFT. I settled for wrapping my feet in hot wet towels and propping them up. Less than an hour after landing, I went to sleep.

Damn, I'm getting old. This fact is to be proven even worse, on Day 2.

I Went; I Bowled; I Ate

My hotel room view.





This is as close as I got to the beach.











Bowling shoes, the same all around the world. These feet are Not mine, but mine were just as ugly... Aren't they all?

But not even ugly shoes could stop me from beating everybody ..lol






This was a very nice restaurant along the streets of old San Juan, Puerto Rico where we had dinner. It more than made up for the ugly footwear and abuse my feet took this trip.

The food was amazing, and they had a latin band playing all through dinner. It was tough sitting there, and not to go dancing. Although frankly, some had so much to drink, I'm not sure anyone would have noticed if I had danced on the table, or even cared.

It was a fun night.

Bowling for Dollars

The good news...........

Bowling is on the agenda for tomorrow.

The bad news................

Bowling is on the agenda cause it's raining in Puerto Rico and there's nothing much else you can do inside.... well, with this group anyway.

More good news........ lunch is scheduled for 2 hours, then bowling, then dinner. Not a bad day's work.

Now if I could just figure out how to have all this fun without having to get on a plane.

Delta.. be kind to me.

A Phone Trick

8:00am this morning, my cell phone rings....

I look at the caller ID.. it's Son#3.

"Hello MOM..." says a deep voice. Even half asleep, I instantly recognize this is NOT one of my kids.

...Seems my youngest son lost his cell phone. A wacky family found it. The Dad went thru the names in the menu, and figured the entry labeled MOM was the one to call. When I asked the Dad where he found the phone, there was a huge pause.

Then he explained that he found it in the middle of the street in front of his house. (I found out later why the silence..lol)

So...after Son#3 woke up, I had him call his phone and talk to the man and make arrangements to go get the phone. Which he did a while ago. So... son gets directions and goes to get his phone and afterwards calls me. Here's what happens......

Son#3 rings the doorbell and the wife answers and invites him into the house. The husband appears with the phone and then tells my son that he has to do a trick to get his phone back. Huh? A trick. ooook. lol. Alrighty then. My son does a back flip. Hell, I didn't even know he could do a back flip..... but apparently it was a good enough trick and he earned his phone back.

They are all laughing about the trick, the lost phone, and the Mom tells my son he got off easy. Seems the Dad is a major prankster.

When the Dad called me, he was apparently going to pretend to be somebody on the phone........ and when I asked him where he found the phone, he was gonna say "On the body."

OMG.. Holy crap...

That would have been SO not funny. Pfft. Thank goodness men like this have wives to slap some sense into them. Ok...so I'm laughing now........but that poor woman.. I'm thinking her hand must be so sore. I hope she smacked him good for that one.

Real good.

Drooling Is Not Good For Business

I got up an hour early today. I am NOT a morning person, so this is so not a happy thing to do.

Spent 1 hour in traffic to go pick up my boss at his condo. Yesterday I got to drive his jag again. Fun, til you remember it's the boss' jag and if you wreck it, it could be uh, like trouble.

But today, we took my Jeep.

I spent 30 minutes in traffic driving him to a meeting.

Then I spent another hour and one-half in the car WAITING until the meeting was done. I almost took a nap...but figured that he would not be amused to come out and find me snoring and drooling....so I sat there and .... did nothing apparently, cause I don't remember what I did.

Maybe I did go to sleep after all...lol

Sothen I spent another 30 minutes driving him to the airport to catch his flight home. And THEN another forty-five minutes in the car driving to the office.

5 hours in the car. And now it's lunch time. Woo-Hoo! Half the work day done! A two hour lunch and I'd be really good to go.

I love my job. No really, I do. I'm just so easily amused.

'Cept for next week when I have to navigate the airport for myself when I go to San Juan.

Suddenly I'm wondering if they pay me enough.

EEEEK. I think I need a nap.

What's The Buzz?

Today, I am wearing so much wool the static electricity I'm generating is enough to power a cell phone, a PDA and maybe even a wireless lap top.

Who needs batteries when you have fuzzy clothes.

Here's to hoping I don't explode on impact when reaching for my car keys.

Dating Isn't All Fun and Games

IF you're divorced.... and......IF you think about dating cuz your kids tell you to start going out more..... and IF you do something stupid like sign up with a dating/match thingey on line....... Be prepared.

I listed the basic wants..... Single, Tall and Local. Sounds pretty simple. huh. You'd have thought so........ But here's how it's gone....... Murphy's Law...... and my thoughts on the matter.

I listed single.......So far I've had at least 5 offers from married men who are 'bored.' Ahem....Guys! (tapping foot here).... if your own wife isn't sufficiently interested to keep you entertained, what the "F" makes you think I want the job? I'll pass, thanks. Adultery isn't my thing. Nice to know I couldn't trust ya right off the bat though.

I stated that I am extremely partial to tall men at least 6'.... 95% of the men have been 5' 10" and under. And 80% of those explained that their tongue makes up for not being 6' tall. Or that height doesn't matter when you're horizontal. Oh.... Nu uh! Your tongue won't.... and the fact that someone even suggests that, is so trailer trashy that I don't want to even get near said tongue. And besides, if you don't meet the vertical standard, you don't make it to the horizontal challenge.

I like tall men. SUE ME. I'm tired of making nice-nice when I say no thank you to short men. Men can drone on and on about wanting thin women. Fine. I'm glad. It's your right to want whatever you want. (and no weight is not an issue for me). But I state I like tall men and I get more whining than you can ever imagine. So guys, before you start calling me superficial, let me remind you that all those women you turn down because of their weight..... They can lose that weight. But short ... well short is forever. Besides, at 5' 7", I have kids bigger than you. Pfft. (rant done)

I said I preferred local ~ a lot were at least 5 states away. Awww c'mon guys. I'm not a good flyer! I have no desire to spend hours on the phone with someone instead of holding conversations across a dinner table. I also don't want to play 'hotel meet.' I'm sure it could be sexy and romantic and fun. Once. But not once a month. Sounds more like call girl arrangements than a relationship. And I've never thought of myself as hooker material. Anyway, I'm already a member of the mile high club, so pfft. on that too. Besides, you think I'm leaving these heathens alone for 2 days at a time....? Wait, on second thought..... No. nevermind. I like my house. I want to keep it.

I stated men should be close to my age...... Oh yea. Delicious boy toys came offering that they like older women. It sounds all nice and gooey on the surface until you realize you're the older woman. Older woman. OLDER Wo..... well you get the idea. NOoooo....I don't wanna be Mrs. Robinson (whine). Besides, I already have 3 young men.... and they'd not share the Playstation with you and then there'd be all sorts of trouble and I'd have to break up another fight and send you to time out or put you on restriction..... so no. I'll pass.

Hey. I told the kids I'd work on going out more this year..... And this is my attempt. I wonder if I'm getting on their nerves? Or maybe they're worried I'll start blogging more about them this year. Maybe I'll keep a running tally....

oh ya.. something tells me this isn't going to be pretty.

My Favorite Place on Earth.

It's here.

A long stretch of quiet beach off the coast of Georgia where memories of old meet the dreams of new. A small place in this world that is so very special to me.

It's where I shared my first kiss with a boy while building sand castles against the tide. It's where I learned to fight hard and swim against the current. A trait my mother said came naturally to me.

I had sand battles and found sand dollars, and walked forever and ever along the surf. Years later I brought my children back to play along the same sand. And still more years later, I would run to the island by myself for some much needed time alone. It's a quiet place, unassuming in it's gentleness. There are no high rise hotels, no restaurants lined along the beach. It has changed little in the all the summers I've been blessed to return.

As you turn onto the Island, the old archway, weathered and unimproved, still welcomes everyone as it has for many years. Through the arch the narrow road stretches out seemingly endless to a hidden ocean beyond. Along the sides of the two lane road, the sea marsh stubbornly stands guard, a whispering rebuke against any idea of progress that man may think to inflict there.

Off to the right was an old shack where my father took us out in a small boat to fish, and where we used to go crabbing for our dinner off an old rickety dock. Occasionally, if the tide is right, I can glimpse a worn wooden pylon where now just memories stand. It's here that the air conditioning in the car is turned off and the windows are rolled down. It's here you can catch a scent of the soft salt air hinting at the ocean beyond. It's here I can breathe.

Once on the island, much is the same as once remembered. There is the one small set of shops offeringthe basics for visitors. A T-shirt shoppe, a nook of a restaurant, a small grocery mart. And only a few hotels nestled here and there along the beach.

On the other side of the island is the grand old Inn. A stately reminder of a regal southern past. The few new additions to the island have been tucked away unobtrusively on a far corner of the island. Buildings are not allowed to be over two stories tall now. Progress is kept at bay.

The beach still stretches quietly for miles, the water unhindered where it meets the sand. In the evenings and early morning, deer and sea turtles are often silent company on solitary walks.

It's here every summer I watched my Mom find sharks teeth in the surf. It would take almost 30 years before I would find my first one.....and then find myself unexpectantly crying on the beach as I held it in my hand.

At night the lights from the shrimpers still dance against the black ocean water and with them, a chorus of giggly childhood voices echo the song, Shrimp Boats.

Somewhere on a neighboring Island is the old plantation house where we played in the old iron elevator in the front hall. We had to wear dresses when we went and visited the family. It was the genteel south. And it was proper. There were stories about the old cabins out back where ghosts slept and alligators lived. We were cautioned to stay away from the cabins lest we become alligator supper or children of the 'haints'.

Along the backroads, tendrils of Spanish moss still drip gently from the trees. Southern jewelry. I can feel it's texture in my hands now just thinking about it. I would always catch locks of the moss off a tree and keep it in my pocket. Later I would spend hours twirling the dry curls in my fingers. Picking apart the strands and trying to weave them back together til they were dust. I still catch some in my hands everytime I return. For me, It's like touching the past.

It's where I want to spend my future.

This is my entry for Judi's art essay contest.

Waterline.

I'm a patient person. I'm also reasonable. And, I'm fair. But I've reached my "line in the sand".

Or in this case, the "water line" of reasonable tolerability.

I'm talking about the pool of doom in my backyard. I've contacted the Better Business Bureau. A lawyer. And the pool contractor (A) that was too booked to do my work and recommended the pool contractor (B) that I employed and who has not done work on my pool since September.

The pool contractor (A) has promised to either get the pool contractor (B) to finish the work (they've worked together for 11 years now) OR, they (A) will finish the work themselves.

Too often people will mistake "nice", "patient" and "reasonable" for .... "weak", "patsy" and "a pushover."

I'm about to show Contractor (B) what natural redheads are made of.

I've not had a cigarette in 2 days. He has no idea what is about to hit him.

OOPS.

While on vacation, I sometimes forget to do a lot of things.Like to go to sleep at night. This is not a trend I recommend.

On the bright side... at least my son won't be late to school.

Martini Please

Ok... so Son#2 is taking a break from school. He wasn't ready to jump into college right out of high school.

He has this 'go nowhere job' that his mother doesn't approve of, at a place that will remain nameless, until he is ready to go back to school.

So ...Son#2 is in his 6th day of training, and the CEO comes in to visit. And the man introduces himself to my son.

My brilliant child says.... "It's nice to meet you. You look familiar." (Yea, like my son has moved in the same circles and is going to have met the CEO of this national multi-million dollar chain? not)

And the CEO takes him by the shoulders and turns him around and points to his (the CEO's) picture hanging on the wall. Fortunately my child has the salesman gene and he and the "boss' had a good laugh and a nice little chat.

Then, my Boss and the CEO have brunch on Sunday.

One can only hope there were lots of martinis involved.

Bright Ideas

Day 1 of vacation and I accomplished......... er..........nothing. And I'm getting damn good at it too.

However, I did watch 'decorating TV" all day long. This is noteworthy because I had a decorating busines for almost 8 years and have not been able to watch one of these shows for about 2 years. I was sure I'd throw up if I saw one more piece of Waverly floral fabric. (My applogies in advance to anyone that has Waverly fabric).

So watching decorating shows means I'm starting to think about making some drapes for my house. Or painting. Exciting stuff here to read no? lol

My son took my car to school today since his is still not ready. He'll need it tomorrow too. I'm supposed to go into the office for a few minutes tomorrow......... hmmmmmm.. wonder how that's gonna happen? Oh well.

Oh. And all work on the pool of doom has stopped. Anyone know a good lawyer? Maybe I'll just slipcover it and start a new trend in backyard landscaping. Now that's where I could use the Waverly fabric.

It's a thought.

Lost? Phone Your Admin.

I love my boss. No, not literally people, get your mind outta the gutter. My boss is the one of the reasons I stay at my job.

He and his wife are in Atlanta this weekend and they're having Sunday brunch with a friend who also happens to be the CEO of the company where one of my sons just got a job.

It is one of those "totally random small world" events that happen. So now, my sons name will come up at brunch today, because when my boss told me he was having brunch with him, I said "Good grief Son#2 just got a job at XXX."

Oh joy. Sometimes my mouth works faster than my brain. Damnit.

That kid better behave at work. Actually my son met the CEO last week while at work. A kinda funny story I'll write if I remember.…

So anyway, my boss... He's one of the most smartest, self sufficient people I know. He could exists in the business world without me. Easily. Except for driving and directions.

I map quest him on trips all the time. I use Yahoo and Expedia. I give him 2 maps and 2 written directions.... but inevitably 95% of the time, he gets lost. And then he calls me.

Once he called from New York. Lost. "I'm on the wrong expressway. Where do I go?" Was how the call started. He didn't know if he was going N, S, E or W. I made him give me the names of exits he was passing, and simultaneously map quested the names until I found him on the map and then map quested his route. And today was no exception. He got lost and called.

Fortunately I was familiar with the area he was in and was able to talk him to the right location.

Sometimes, he thinks I am amazing. lol.

Thank goodness he doesn't have OnStar.

Scarlett Rocks.

YAY! It's vacation time again. This one began with an Elvis marathon. I'm not an Elvis fan, per se, but like theTammy movies, they're harmless, mindless fun.

Son #1 went back to college today. I'll be sure to notice more missing items. Things seem to mysteriously find their way into his car. The chenille throw, a pillow, food. Just a few of the things that have gone awol.

Son#2 will be working.

Son#3 will be back in school.

It seems the week after vacation, that I might have to go to San Juan for a few days.

Argh. I hate navigating the airport and the logistics of getting there. I'm not crazy about flying either. 4 hours in a plane isn't my idea of fun.

But this week, I'm going to do my Scarlet imitation, and not think about that today and just perfect the art of doing nothing

Vacation Phase II

I've been back to work for 3 days and I am so looking forward to continuing my vacation next week. Again. Alot.

And I can't figure out why I can't wait to do nothing again.

Is it still the post holiday funk that everyone has been in? That "WTF am I doing with my life" kinda thing? I don't know. I didn't think I was in one this year... maybe I am.

A friend called to wish me Happy New Year and then she said. "Maybe this year some man will sweep you off your feet. "huh? What for? That was my reaction. When she said that, I realized, I wasn't sure I wanted that to happen. How weird is that?!

I realized I wasn't even thinking along those lines anymore. Uh oh. This can't be right.

Have I been on that many boring dates that I am now totally burnt out? Or maybe I just can't be bothered? It bothers me that it doesn't really bother me.

Or, Maybe I've read too many "unhappy men who are bored in their relationship" Blogs.

Therapy Done Right.

Well, I've spent almost 10 days on vacation. I've got one day left.

And that begs the question: What did I do for 10 days?

Sometime during all those days, Christmas happened. And after that it gets kinda blurry.

I know I did laundry. And I cooked a few times. And I watched tv. And stayed up late. And I ummmm, faux painted online. A lot. And I worked job #2. And I put away Christmas decorations. And I watched the Rose parade.

I heard it was close to 65 degrees outside, but I never went to check.

I slept alot. I ate a lot.

I totally wasted 10 days.

AND I get to do it again in 4 days when my second week of vacation from last year kicks in.

Maybe I'll "do" something. But I wouldn't count on it.

Welcome to therapy, my way.

Of Roses and Slugs.

Happy New Year.

It's day 9 of vacation and I've been a slug.

A wonderful, glorious slug.

Today will be no exception.

Coffee, the Rose Parade and more slugness.

Sigh... Life is good.