...In the Middle of the Night...
I managed to get up a little before the alarm went off Wednesday evening, after having about six hours of sleep. I went out to have a cigarette and Bob was outside in the swing, waiting for Kim to come home. He looked like hell... he had an altercation with a stack of lawn chairs out at Lowes, and had required nine stitches to close the wounds. Evidently something had knocked the chairs down, probable a fork-lift in the next aisle. I'm a bit sketchy on the facts, but I will get them right next time I see him, which will be in the morning.
We're going fishing in the AM, out to Betsy's pond again. It promises to be a hot, muggy day, but we will get an early start on it, and I will have to leave before it gets too hot anyway, so I can get some sleep. Karen is off tomorrow, but she will be spending her time over at Matt's; He will be moving out of his apartment this weekend, and will no longer have a pool available, so Karen will spend the day swimming.
I found out what was going on with nilknarf.net; LiquidWeb moved everything to a new, faster server last week, which I knew about. What I didn't know was that the old server, with the old DNS numbers (and the old directories), was still in service. So I was using the old number when I was FTPing stuff over. The new server is associated with a different set of numbers, but still has the same name. So I am no longer confused... well, no more so than normal, anyway. So what I need to do is not use any numbers, but the name.
Strangely, I did not get any email from Mom yesterday. Great... now I'll worry more when I don't hear from her. And this was supposed to help me worry less about her! Maybe she has gotten frustrated with the machine already, or bored with it, or she's just read my previous entries and has dis-owned me...
The latter is the most likely, but there is also the remote possibility the WIN95 crashed... nah, that could never happen, could it.
I found out yesterday that there will be some strong competition for the systems manager job when it comes open. I was expecting some competition, but not from the quarter that it's coming from... O'well, nothing comes easy, I guess... but I keep hoping that something will sometime or another...
Later...
When I arrived home, I found a note from Bob... he wanted a raincheck on the fishing excursion. Seems that his head hurt from colliding with those flying chairs yesterday. O'well, we'll go another time. I would've taken Patrick but he can't lift half of the boat, and it's not on the trailer with the winch... besides that, I'm really tired. They ran me hard last night. Last night was a good one for little kids breaking things... like bones. Swing sets, slides... lethal in the hands of the young and rambunctious. One kid had his forearm bent at right angles from falling off of a slide, but he was really pretty good about it. He was fairly full of dope by the time I saw him, though. They should've split his dosage with his dad... he was a real case.
It is awfully hard to see your kid suffer, 
though, so I can't really blame him. And he really tried to stay out of the way, which shows more sense than most parents have...
Wow... every little once in a while this happens... I'll come home for work and be doing OK and suddenly everything seems like a great big effort, and I wonder if I can make it to bed before I have to go to sleep. I just feel like melting, but in a few minutes the feeling goes away.
I think that my body is giving me subtle hints.
You would think that my body would know better than to think that my mind will succumb to subtle anything...
But I think that I'll go to bed anyway...