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Work is rather quiet today. I'm actually able to get some normal work done.

I won't go into the details of the resulution of "Operation code name: Flaming Fusterclucky Fandango"(3F). But it appears to be winding to a close. We'll find out on Monday.

I have next Wednesday Off. I think I'll try to get some practical stuff out of the way. Oh, and goof off. Yeah.

I made Baklava last night for tonight's Q. The theme will be mediterranean fud, so the bak will fit right in. Due to a freak ground clove accident, it is slightly more clovesque than normal. Still, it's mighty tasty.

While I was cooking, I was engaged in some delightful conversation with friends. Meanwhile, someone kept trying to call my cell phone. Based on the first voicemail message, it wasn't an important call. My phone tracked six call attempts from this person. That's a bit obsessive. Someone needs a 12 step program and quickly. I was rather irked that I was receiving repetitive calls simply for the purpose of shooting the bull. Here's the etiquette, kids: call me. If I answer, great. If not, choose to leave a message. Barring an emergency, I'll call you when I'm free to call. If you have an emergency, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Call me 6 times over and I overload and have no desire to take any calls. Remember, I kinda hate talking on the phone. Repetitive call-backs do nothing to enhance my desire for talking on the phone.

I also fit some drum practice. Samba beats are kinda pissing me off in a good way right now. More work on that tonight.

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Horray for Friday's. This evening's barbeque was a wonderful cap to a reasonable week. Work was on the less than stellar side, but life is still largely very good.

Tonight's dinner of kabobs with lamb and chicken were quite good. Sadly one of the hosts came down with some plague before the party, and she was unable to attend. Pity. I made the baklava in her honor.

My cats are now looking at me with the, "You had fun all night, and we want our evening treat. Give us our nightly treat, you two legged freak."

Alright, I'll give them their treats. I know my training.

Treat tendered. Onward.

While driving home tonight, I noticed a recurring event that vexes me considerably insofar as driving etiquette is concerned. There's a lane along the road to my house that ends. You either take a right turn onto a street, or merge ahead of time.

Too many times have I watched a car fail to plan ahead and rudely merge in front of those who have. Tonight, a cheeky little white sedan did this to a Highway Patrol Officer.

Truly, people have lost the art of merging politely in traffic.