Monday, spent all day playing with flickr and photos, which was a lot of "fun" in the ob-com sense of the word, and Plague discovered Mr. Hedgehog in the back hard.
I have not worked hard at developing a relationship with Mr. Hedgehog, as it appears to hate all life, everywhere.
I respect that.
Tuesday, happy Fourth. I can't let the Fourth, Thanksgiving or Christmas escape without one of the big ritual meals with my family, so I made an apple custard pie (two cups of whipping cream were involved, I'm not sure it was worth it), and Whines and I sallied south.
It was very raining when we finished dinner--rather than lugging the picnic gear out to the park to see the fireworks, since, again, it was raining, and not just sprinkling, but a "that'll be good for the lawn" sort of rain. But we always see the fireworks. So, despite the very good odds against fireworks, we squelched our way downtown with plastic garbage bags over our heads. Eventually, Path joined us.
Amazingly, there were fireworks, so diligence/stupidity is rewarded.
Looking forward, I've probably got six hours of catch-up work, and a couple of scary things down the road. I've asked my father to have dinner with me this Thursday--haven't spoken to him for more than two minutes, total, since 2001.
And Saturday, Whines gets to meet my co-workers. *shudder* That's way more "out" than I'm comfortable with, but it's good to stretch and evolve.