I took two Benadryl last night and went to bed around 9:30.  I got up at 6:45, spent the rest of the day feeling vague and fuzzy.

Like I was all hepped up on goofballs:

I need some references that aren't 20 years old
That said, everything here is pretty good.  I had one really obnoxious call this morning with a customer who kind of makes me nuts.  He doesn't want to do his own work because he's so busy.  He's willing to pay us to do it - and that's great, but I really want to refuse and show him he can't buy his way out of taking ownership.

Not my decision to make.

So, February 13th was a special day in the Canon of Lola.  It's the date, in 1999, when my parents found her and brought her to me.

Best early Valentine ever.

I didn't do anything special to mark the day, and other than mention it this post, I won't.  She knows I love her, wherever she is.

My father is coming home from his rehab facility on  Sunday.  I'm stoked!

Other than that.  Nada.

More or less.