Trudy, did I miss something? What's up?

I use www.nakedalarmclock.com, which has no nudity. Talking does not rouse me sufficiently to get me out of bed. In fact, pretty much nothing does except having to pee.

OK, back to work....

Nora!!!! *Kermit waves*

Tonight, dinner out at a place some friends have highly recommended.

Where?

Dinner is Erbaluce: [link]

The website isn't terribly helpful, because they change the menu every night, but they do have some examples.

Sunday I want to go back to this new, awesome tavern in Boston that does a really kickass brunch

Where x2?

Stoddard's Fine Food and Ale: [link]

Here you can at least check out the menu, but they don't have a picture of the amazing bar they imported (built by Brunswick in England - the last bar they built before focusing exclusively on billiard tables), or the tremendous beer selection (4 to 5 cask ales on at any given time!).

I am nosy.

Your nose (and the rest of you) is missed 'round here. I have been enjoying your blog though.

I don't use an alarm clock. I am sort of a fanatic about getting enough sleep, and even if I have to get up at some ridiculous hour (like at 4:30 to go to the airport) I always wake up on time anyway.

This weekend we meet with a builder to discuss energy-star rated architectural shingles for our roof, have a 4 year old birthday part to attend, and Sunday my in-laws show up for a week.

I get confused when my phone rings in the morning, and then Zenkitty gets to listen to me try to be coherent and unconfused. I hope it's entertaining.

I often feel the need to tell you what day it is. Especially if I woke up and didn't know, myself.

I use a real alarm clock. In fact, I use a retro one with hands on a clock face. It doesn't glow in the dark. (No blue/green lights in the bedroom. They fuck up your melatonin.) It runs on a battery so it's not tethered to the wall in case I grab it and roll back over. The older I get, the more I like simple things that don't have to be fucking programmed or download anything or sync with anything to work.

My alarm clock is real. It's also wirelessly connected to the internet. And plays Pandora.

You know, it's been like two and a half hours since my alarm woke me up, and I think I'm still confused.

I'm taking the cat into the vet tomorrow morning for a claw trimming that's way overdue (she keeps catching on everything while she's walking), then I mustget my class final project done. You remember, the one I was going to start on a month ago and have done by now? Well, that didn't happen. It's due on Thursday. Goal is to have it done by the end of the day on Tuesday--if I have to take Tuesday off of work to finish it on time, I will.

I have to report that today is also a nasty headache day. And no one will sit still so I can talk to them about status and stuff, and I have a status report to fill out.

I should have known it would be a crap day when I almost made it to the car without my laptop.