Oh boy

I got in a little early this morning, so I thought I should take a second to blog a bit before the work starts piling up (what do I mean, "start?" It's already piled. I had to climb over it to get in my office this morning).

I've been reading Fever Pitch and enjoying it ever so much. The book--unlike the movie with what's his name and what's her name--has nothing to do with baseball. Fever Pitch is a Nick Hornsby book about his life as a Arsenal fan (football, that is, soccer). It's a good time, and yes, Jon, I am getting weird little insights into the minds of the sports-loving male.

This past weekend was loverly, good weather and lots of fun. It was nearly ideal. We went to the Aquarium on Sunday, watched harbor seals and sea lions, the octopus, the giant sea turtle. We also saw the new Imax 3D Shark movie, which was OK but not great. There weren't enough sharks.

Well, I should stop procrastinating and start digging away at the pile of work.

Hi ho, hi ho ...