Moan, moan, moan
Got home, got pounced on by the mutt, tied him to the front door so he could watch me mow the lawn with la poderosa. and our neighbour comes over to tell me atticus escaped from the back garden today and she’d had to pick him up off the street and put him back in. He got out through the side door somehow. So i mowed her lawn’n’all to return the favour. then walked the little bugger. now he’s still full of beans and acting up, i’m knackered and i’ve got to pull together a presentation for tomorrow morning and some other stuff too… jayziz.
Sita had a nice flight to Miami. She’ll be presenting stuff too tomorrow, in front of 400 or so people all ravenous for hot sociological debate. I’ve wished her well by phone which is just as well as it costs 10 bucks for wifi in her hotel and she’ll not be reading this.
anywell, back to the grind. maybe just one strongbad first…
