Or a few weeks, in this case. I guess I lost track of time again. Sorry about that.

I'm sitting at work, listening to the first Escaflowne CD. It's nice, although making me a little sad -- well, stirring up some sadness that's already there. I had strange dreams last night about underground vegetable gardens and my friend Rachel in pigtails, and woke up feeling a sadness that I can't quite shake. I've managed to make friends with it, though, so it's not bothering me too much. It's raining outside, and somehow feeling this gentle sadness (after befriending it became gentle and sort of pleasantly melancholy rather than cold and menacing) goes with the gray sky and the smell of rain and the knowledge that tonight is a good night to drink warm tea and cuddle with Jim and the cats.

Befriending sadness is powerful stuff. Who would have thought it?

I'd like to write about what I've been up to lately, but I'm having a hard time getting a handle on it; I'm too caught up in what I'm doing right now. And what's that? Catching up on Ceej's journal and pondering the bug I'm trying to fix. I feel like I should have had a handle on this bug a few days ago, but every time I try to focus on it my brain slides right off. Chris even showed me some code I can outright steal which will fix it, but I don't think I want to do that until I'm sure I understand both what the existing (broken) code was intended to do, and what it is actually doing. Something funky, that's for sure.

So, let's see. What've I been doing lately? Being very tired, most recently. Jim's newest nephew was christened in Chicago on Sunday, so Jim flew out on Friday morning. I, being slightly crazed, went to a BAMM thing on Friday evening, played half of From Light to Darkness (Neil's LaRP) on Saturday, and then flew out to join him. I took the last Southwest flight to Chicago from San Jose, which meant I got into Chicago around 1am. There was some sleep, and then a day filled with festivities (including getting to hold the new baby for an hour!), and Jim's family said many nice things about what a pleasant surprise it was that I'd managed to make it out for the christening, which made me all warm and fuzzy. Eventually the party died down and we went by Jim's parents' place to pick up loot from their trip to Germany, then went back to his brother's to fall down in exhaustion around 10pm -- and got up at 4:30 Monday morning to catch our plane home. I had some vague ideas of going into work once we arrived at SJC (at 11:30, for those of you keeping track), but my inability to focus on anything for more than five seconds quickly drove that thought out of my mind. Crazed, I tell you. But all in all it was a nice little trip, and since it was really short I didn't have my usual going-to-Chicago anxieties, which made for a pleasant change. I'm glad to be home, though.

More to say, but work to do. Work wins. I want to go home at some reasonable time and attack the trumpet vine that's invading our plum tree with the shears we finally bought.