The kids just left. It wasn’t even 5:00am. They are going on a two week vacation with their dad and step mother and two grandmothers. They are going to have the time of their lives, but we are going to miss them terribly, and we are very nervous to have them traveling so much without our being with them.
It’s been 10 minutes and I already miss them a ton. Sad face.
if there is one thing Lady Patches does well, it’s vomiting. That cat can sure puke. I stayed home from work sick today and the Patch has rolfed twice. Epic.
I made it to work today. In fact, I’m still sitting at my desk (with four minutes ’till quittin’ time). I feel like cow dung. Just getting beaten down by a bad cold.
I was prepared today. I brought a new, unopened box of tissues with me. When I sat down at my desk at about 8:45am I opened it up, pulled out that first tissue, honked my nose, and logged into work.
Around 4:00pm that box of tissues was empty.
This has not been a good day. Barring a miracle cure, I’d say there’s about a 0-5% chance of me not calling in sick tomorrow.
This sucks.
When we came back from New York my wife started to not feel so well. She ended up with a monster cold that kept her in bed for nearly the entire weekend. This morning while sitting at my desk at work I started sneezing and my nose started running. With each passing minute I could feel myself getting sicker and sicker.
Yippee.
Also, why is it that on the day one starts to feel sick while at work he or she is guaranteed to run out of tissues. I never run out of tissues on a day I need to wipe off my glasses. I only ever run out of tissues on the first day I start to feel not well.
Stupid empty box of kleenex.
Ms Patches is a fury little Agent of SHIELD.
The kids and I have been burning through season one of Agents of SHIELD and we are beginning to suspect that Patches might be a double agent.
Just a crap ton of random pics from the two Rush shows we saw in June. Some of these may have been posted already. I don’t care. They were amazing shows.
Two words: Selfie Stick. I tried to keep a count of how many I saw, but after the World Trade Center and Columbus Circle… well… I’m not smart enough to count that high.
You know I am an artist because I took a picture of a lamp post in Central Park.
It took two tries, but we made it to the observatory on the 100th floor of the new World Trade Center tower. It was difficult. Not scary, just very emotional. There were a couple of moments when I was very close to breaking down. Wimp? Yes. Do I care? No.
See the plane?
I think this was the view that affected me the most. I remember seeing a lot of these buildings damaged by debris and I couldn’t help but think that this was the last view many of the jumpers had. It was a very intense feeling.
Standing at the base of the new World Trade Center building. It’s not as cool a shot as my old Hancock Tower shot, but it’s… well, it’s taller.
