Tard. Awful Tard.

Been up... 25 hours? Awright, but who's counting?

Not an interesting night. Notable only for the high boredom factor.

When I was working in the kitchen yesterday, I moved a plastic bowl that Karen keeps her rings in. I set it on the bar. This morning, she knocks it off. One ring goes down an uncovered vent. Another lands really close to another uncovered vent, the one under the installed cabinets.

And she can't find her other ring... the diamond one, the expensive one. Naturally.

So I come home after a very long night and fish the ring out of the easy vent to get to. Then I sit there on the floor, trying to figger out how to not have to tear everything apart to get to the other vent.

There is no other way. Major, major job.

But... I decide to look further afield... after all, I don't KNOW that the ring is in the vent... it just seems to fit the pattern of our lives.

Hope for some luck then. I look around for a while, under the counter, under the other cabinets...

And I find it about eight feet away, almost hidden under the china cabinet. And I am very happy.

But, what the hell, I'm always happy.

And tard.

It's supposed to rain today, and tomorrow, and Saturday. Damn, it's January in Kansas! Supposed to be SNOW! Wasn't El Nino Last year?

Anyhoo... > I think I'll go to bed for ten hours now.