Both an accurate description of the time of day at which I commenced writing this entry, and the name of the Eno album I've just put in the CD player. Months and months ago I stopped by Streetlight Records in the city and picked up six or seven Eno albums; only now am I finally listening to them. So far I really like Ambient 4: On Land, and am not sure what to make of Evening Star. I suspect it will grow on me.

Today hasn't been a day of much work, although the work that I've done -- fixing a major annoying bug in code that I wrote seven months ago, diagnosing a build problem -- has been useful. Now I'm messing with what's probably an installation problem, since the feature in question works fine everywhere but one QA machine. I'm also experiencing incredible lag to flick, thus adding evidence to my belief that any time I try to write a journal entry disaster strikes my hosts.

Kevin (Jim's brother) and Pam (Kevin's wife) and Gabrielle (their daughter) will be arriving tomorrow night. I am not quite nervous... maybe a little nervous. A little stressed. Excited. Lots of different things, I guess. I've met them before and gotten along fine, and they'll be staying with us for three days and then up in the city for the rest of the week. I'm looking forward to having them, but there's also a thread of worry about having Other People in the house. So much more to think about.

Thursday Afternoon was in fact good, in that floaty ambient way of Eno's that I love so much. I've now swapped to something completely different -- Cyndi Lauper's She's So Unusual, which is (I think) her first album. It's certainly got all the songs that she became famous with in the early 80's on it -- "Time After Time" and "Girls Just Want To Have Fun". I remember roller-skating to both of these songs as a kid, so they've got the power of nostalgia. The rest of the album is good too, though, especially "When U Were Mine". How can you go wrong with Cyndi Lauper singing Prince?

And now it's 1845; my dad called to give me my sister's phone number so I can RSVP to her baby shower. We had a nice conversation, but it was the wrong length -- too long for me to still be in workmode at the end of it, too short to really catch up with what's going on with him. But anyway, we talked, and now I'm no longer willing to work. Instead I'm going to go home and cuddle up to Jim and see if he wants to go for dinner (I'm wanting sushi pretty badly) or if he'd be happier lying around languidly, in which case I'll probably cook the chicken that's been defrosting in my 'fridge since Tuesday. We shall see.