Hey Jakey,

Wasting time at work again right now. Surfed around and found another Incline Village blogger. Her name sounds familiar; I think she applied for a job here or something like that. Just another reason for me to be paranoid about blogging and being so painstakingly truthful about the people I know. All this chick would have to do is click on "Nevada" in her Blogger profile, and my name will come up. Then she would read all this, and call my yucka-yucka boss and tell her to read it, and then I get fired, and then I can stay home with you all day. I'd have to give up my car, and maybe groceries and cable, but I'd get to stay home with you all day. Hmmmmm...

I guess if I'm going to fuck around instead of working, I should just go home, but it's going to be close to 100 degrees today. There's AC here at work, but none at home. Get it? And your daddy has a friend over today, and they're gonna play X-Box games all day. Fun, fun, fun. I hope daddy doesn't neglect you too badly, ha.

Your nana and grampa went home Friday night. They were pretty choked up about it, and I was sad to see them go, kinda. I just try to see it from their point of view: they live so far away, and they're going to miss all sorts of new stuff that you've been doing lately. I know it would kill *me* to not be around, if I was your nana. I predict that they'll be out here again within a couple of months.

Here's a mental snapshot of where I'm at at work right now: my window overlooks the dumpster behind the Hacienda Mexican restaurant, but behind that I can see the mountains and all sorts of pine trees. I'm usually here by myself on Sundays, but the sports editor is here today, and we've been chatting on and off all day. I brought the little portable DVD player with me today, so I've been watching episodes of "Millennium" (I bought the entire first season on DVD yesterday at Costco, with money I can't really spare, but oh well...), as well as "Jay Farrar Live at Slim's". I'm surrounded by pictures of you, but none of them are really recent. The message light on my phone is blinking, but I reeaaaalllly don't want to know who called to complain since I was here last night. I'm halfway thru the 2-liter of Diet Coke that's sitting on my desk, and I've been grubbing on handfuls of trail mix all day. Even though I'm not hungry. I've got three lucky Chinese money cats sitting in my window, but I think the lucky money vibe has been totally drained from them, as I have not received any lucky money in a long while. Quite the opposite.

Well, I guess I better get back to work, to justify actually being here and not at home with you.

Love ya!