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Travel Saturday was uneventful, though I made cookies for Tony's birthday before the boys got home and was therefore welcomed back heartily by both roommates. Then I stayed up too late watching Stargate with Brent, who had pulled a week of underslept busyness and crashed in my bed and accidentally woke me up at 7 snoring in my ear, which was not my finest hour. I gradually osmoted out of bed and into wakefulness by around 9, after an ep of SG-1 and a hardcore session of wheedling, threats, and cajoling from Brent. He somehow convinced me it would be a reasonable idea to go to Sunday brunch at a place "down the street" which turned out to be a substantial walk in what was, after Houston, tragically cold (if sunny) weather. Also, the place was packed (and a lot of the crowd brought babies) and I was not in the mood for pancakes, eggs, bacon, or sausage. I tried to see the bright side of things.
I showed Brent Backstage of the Universe and pledged to enforce my suggestion that he contribute to it. I then recorded a bunch of vocal parts on it and managed not to do any work whatsoever that was due today, with the exception of half a page of Javanese transcription between 11 and midnight, when I gave up and decided the all-nighter wouldn't be worth it.
So today I was unprepared. It went well anyway. Story of my life. Though it goes well when I am prepared, too.
I showed Brent Backstage of the Universe and pledged to enforce my suggestion that he contribute to it. I then recorded a bunch of vocal parts on it and managed not to do any work whatsoever that was due today, with the exception of half a page of Javanese transcription between 11 and midnight, when I gave up and decided the all-nighter wouldn't be worth it.
So today I was unprepared. It went well anyway. Story of my life. Though it goes well when I am prepared, too.