Dave called (thankfully after "Desperate Housewives" was over), and we had a heart-reaching little talk about colds and home maintenance; basically, he feels like I do on the leaky roof situation - that something has to be done before too long, or else I should sell John on the idea of selling the house. Also, we agreed on the feeling that trying to do all that is necessary to get needs met is a trip!!
As it turns out, I hid the CAT5 cable (50 feet of it running from my cubicle to the next) and got out of there a second ahead of the Smelly Beast ("SB")'s regular patrol of the Tech Support area. SB is ticked because of a couple of occasions where she caught me shouting obscenities (with the MUTE button on, mind you. As if it mattered; SB's daughter's office is within earshot, so I got busted... frequently.); nonetheless, they were waiting for a bigger blowup - which I provided in June of last year, when I airmailed one of the dress Fluevogs into a wall during a call with an especially abusive customer. Since then, I (and my entire department, since SB can't stand that we don't report to her) have been on a watch for bad behavior and misappropriation of company resources. Needless to say, any MP3's and such come with me, and typically leave with me at the end of the day).
Took a walk at lunchtime (in 91-degree heat... OUCH!), and that calmed me down a bit. Nonetheless, the Mary Kay-esque stench that straightens my frizzy neck hairs looms in the distance...
Franklin Street in Chapel Hill is a cool little place to spend some time; I've got to plan another trip down here to see more of the area, and maybe a side trip to the beaches as well.).
Flipping channels this morning, I caught a local Raleigh anchorman named Bill Leslie, who I intend on having verrry dirty thoughts about for at least a week.
Too bad John and I are flying back to Wisconsin in a few hours...
Tried a new sleep mask last night - it was louder than the one I've been using, and the nasal pillows nearly tore my nostrils apart, but I seem to have slept no worse. John was very frisky this morning, and I kinda liked it.