My alarm clock is apparently messed up. I woke up at 9:05 today and don't remember hitting my alarm clock. So I got to work about an hour late. Ah, well. It's not like I don't work late all the time and come in on the weekends. Right?

Tim G. called me last night from the train. He's on his way out to do some business and he'll be staying with me at my new digs in Bellevue. My goal before he arrives is to get most of my books put on shelves and try to straighten up a little bit. I have a staggering number of empty boxes already and more to come. A lot more.

Ahhh, that was a nice, short break. Halve an iced "A"!