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Okay, I'm a bit behind today but that's okay. Instead of hitting snooze on my alarm contraption, I disabled it. You figure out the rest.

Sascha didn't mind. He was all cuddly wuddly this morning. Then, when I stumbled out of bed to use the bathroom, he had that "I want to sit on your lap" look in his eyes. He knows he can get cuddles anywhere, but apparently sitting on the "throne" is his favorite! Unfortunately, since sleeping beauty was running a tad late, no love for him!

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I just realized. We get our Christmas Bonus this week.

Just before I head up to Tahoe.

Rut roh. Better lock up the ol' bonus before I head up the hill all drunk-like and such.

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That's why I'm easy
Easy like Sunday mo-or-or-nin'.

God, the musak system sunk below the crapper today, folks. Most of the songs played were before 1990. The first song to pop up that's from this millenium is a Jewel song. My favorite

It is an added bonus that I am working late tonight.

If I were a ghost, I could say, "Good thing I'm already dead."

Woe is me that I am denied such a luxury!

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Another day passed by in a blur. I just realized that I rushed through the day without really noticing the finer points of it. I went out side this afternoon, but I can't tell you what I saw. I made no time to enjoy the beautiful sky, look for a jack rabbit, or notice if the air was fresh or not. I'll have to do better tomorrow.

I just realized that I'll be working in the office on Sunday. Feh.

As for what happened when I got home, I began the usual routine of finding Sascha wating at the door to greet me. As per usual, I picked him up and give him kitten snuggles. On schedule, he closed his eyes, leaned up against my head, and began to purr. Then I changed clothes, threw together some dinner, and indulged in my dirty little online gaming habit.

Then came the required quality Sascha time, where I take toys and run around my house, compelling him to give chase. Then he rested for a bit while I practiced on the guitar. Tonight, I started with a cursory chord review, then practiced Hands Clean. Then Estudio.

Now I'm sleepy. I don't want to go to bed, of course, but I must. As I type this, in a quasi-supine position on my canary couch, Sascha is sitting on a nearby light cherry barstool. His paws are half-dangling over the back of the seat, while his chin rests on one of the back two back panels. He looks like he's watching TV.