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Watch! Oh, yeah! The watch arrived. Ooh, you got to see this watch. It’s a gift for Lee: a pocket watch. You can see the movement through the case–front and back. It’s spring-wind, gold-colored, and, well, you can see all the little pieces moving inside. Neat!

Terrorism update. Did you hear about the math teacher that was arrested on a flight to New York lately? His TI calculators looked suspicious, and the guy threw a fit when security opened up the cases. Well, what did he expect? They were instruments of math destruction. Via Lee, who stinks.

Waaah! Today, Lee and Ray went to some friends of ours to hang out and let our kids play together. I stayed home. I’m feeling sorry for myself already, but if I’d gone, I’d be bitching about all the work I had to get done. Erkle. Update: Most of the newsletter is done, with just

The good news and the bad news. The good news is that Ray has conquered the McDonaldland play area. She disappeared around a corner, and the next time I saw her was through one of the little window areas at the very top. She said, “Ooooh.” Then…she slid down the slide. I just kept thinking

Ouch. Stacey (Matt’s wife) just got back from vacation to discover that…the gent that had been watching their house had flushed an upstairs toilet, and the toilet had clogged. Fine. Well, it was the toilet that kept on running ’till you jiggle the handle. Everything is mostly OK. Nevertheless, she’s had a bad friggin’ week.

Well. As it turns out, with the determined additude that you needn’t accomplish diddly squat, many things can be done without much skull sweat. So far: Wednesday. Did the remaining twelves pages of data entry on the novel; I’ve been writing it longhand and typing it into the computer. Why? I have a toddler. It’s

Time. I have five days off. Five days in which to accomplish everything on my plate. Five days to get caught up. Five days to… Finish watching the first season of Angel and continue to allow the ants to crawl over my bookshelf. Ah.

Game. Lee and I have finally gotten together with the Doyce and Jackie House of Pain to start gaming again. Cool. It’s a game called Nobilis, which, as the desc says, “lies between Sandman and Amber, but there’s no game like it.” Lee is Death. I’m Reality. We discussed this on the way to Denver.

Twice. Ray will now bring you her shoes if you ask her nicely. “Will you bring me your shoes? We’re going to go outside.” “Eeee!” She runs squealing around the room, leaps on the couch, and hides. “Shoe? Can you bring me your shoe?” “Oh, no!” She looks around, crawls off the couch, looks around

Today. Today is a day to blow off. Today is a chocolate day. Today is a my-tv-the-babysitter-and-source-of-cheap-entertainment day. Yesterday was a spring-cleaning day. Funny how that all seems to work out…