Boring night, again. I am beginning to appreciate boring. At least at work.

Karen and her kids left last night shortly after I got up; they should be back tonight.

I've noticed something interesting: every since we started using the Y2K compliant eight-digit dates, my mind says something like "oh-two, oh-two, thirty-four" but my fingers type 02021934. I'm sure that this has some meaning, deep in my mind somewhere.

When I came home, I found that computer running verrrrry slowly. Before I left last night, I'd deleted the software for the CD-RW drive and then re-installed it... it takes it about six hours to copy a music CD.

JD had started a CD copying and them went to bed... it had done 16% by the time I got home, and I think that he started it about 03:00 or so. Besides being slow, it gobbles up all of the resources, and everything is very slow. So much so that I aborted the copy process to write this...

I've been reading Rose Mader by Steven King. I've had it in the bedroom and read a few pages every day/night before going to sleep, but I think that I'll stay up and finish it off today. I don't read fiction frequently anymore, I wish that I had the time. So many books, so little life...

The sun shone yesterday, and I pretty much missed it, but it's shining again today, it's beautiful outside. Birds singing and all that shit. Mostly crows cawing, not really pleasant.

We've got millions of squirrels in the neighborhood, and the younger ones are just now venturing out. The cats, of course, are going crazy. The little ones seem like, to a cat anyway, they should be much easier to catch.

Much to their dismay, though, they aren't. The cats come closer, yes, but their energy is expended in vain, just as it is... most of the time... on the older squirrels. Although I remember one time last summer, or maybe the one before, that Cowboy ambushed one and caught him. He was bringing him to me by the scruff of his neck as I watched from the front deck, and I yelled at him and, surprised, he let the damned thing go. The squirrel headed for the nearest tree and cussed us both out pretty royally. I was laughing and Cowboy was about as embarrassed as I've ever seen a cat get.

So.

Time to go read, then go to bed.