The Bitter-Enders

Crazy day today. My alarm went off at 5:30, per usual. Unlike usual, I shut it off - normally about as easy as solving a Rubik's cube - and went back to sleep, which I never do.

I did lay awake long enough to hear my daughter's alarm clock go off at 5-ish. And go off. And off. I fell back to sleep to the sound of it beeping.

So I got up at 7:30, which is half an hour late for my daughter's bus.

Blah.

Daughter's first high school dance tonight. Anyone know where I can find a ninja suit, some night vision goggles and a crossbow?

In a totally unrelated matter, I was at Keegans last night. It was the last night of the season for the Smokers' Patio out back. While some of the native Minnesotans in the crowd were kvetching about the chill in the air, the North Dakotans in the group sat in shirtsleeves and enjoyed a relaxing night out, puffing on a cigar or two (thanks to David Strom for yet another excursion into stogistics). We'll all be indoors next week, but I think I'll be there anyway...

Per usual, my team - Strom, Strom's friend Tom, and...someone else whose name I'm totally blocking came in one point out of the beer. One lousy point. Blah.

More posting later.