Ironically we never got to the time-out... Michele woke up enough to realize what was going on, and after I bawled a bit, things got back on track. I even managed a Cost-co run, got the kitchen and bathroom cleaned, got the trash out and to the curb, and made sure everything was packed for tomorrow. During all of this Michele's iMac barfed, so interspersed with all of this was a vast back-up, wipe and re-install of software, and then a restore of all that data and preferences. It was something that has needed to be done for ay too long, but it took most of the evening to do. As a result I didn't get to sleep until 2:30 am.
At least, I TRIED to sleep. I wound up giving up on sleeping for awhile at around 4:45. I went downstairs and fiddled about online for awhile, called E to chat with her a few minutes before she got started on her day, and finally tried to sleep again around 6.
I woke again around 10:30, feeling like... well, like someone who hadn't gotten enough sleep. I was afraid of trying to squeeze more in, as I had to pick up steelmagnoliaca from San Jose International at 12:30ish.
Got to the airport in plenty of time, with one minor problem: I hadn't realized how much they've changed all the roads leading in from 880. I was seriously confused for a minute or two, but it all worked out.
Picked up Val, stopped off at Fry's and got lunch, hit a drug store from some tiems she forgot/needed, and stopped at my ADD Dr. for my quarterly check up. Not that he was worried about me, but the assholes at the DEA seemed to think they know what's best. While I was there I had a Geek God moment: The credit card processor was giving hiws wife, Winnie, fits (she works as reception for him... a Mom and Pop clinic!), and she was already in a tizzy because she had to run home to prevent a pot from buring the house done (she forgot to turn off the water under some potatoes she was boiling. I'm guessing potato salad), so I walked behind the counter and fixed it for her. It had been giving her grief all morning, and I had fixed it in about 30 seconds. It gave me that happy glow.
Val and I hit the city, picked up Roni, and checked into the hotel. One of the reasons Val is up here is to meet with one of her friends from Atlanta, Andy. I met him when I flew out to Georgia with her last year... as Roni says, Val can Keep Andy. I swear, we should have been kicked out of Bocce's in North Beach the way we were acting.
Now, if I can only manage to fall asleep...
Oh, found this tidbit in another journal. Go to google.com. Type in "weapons of mass destruction". Do NOT click "search"... click the "I'm Feeling Lucky" button. Enjoy.
Let me know if it doesn't work... you should get an error message. Sort of.