Back from Sacto and back to work. Should be getting stuck in to that but cannot be arsed. Could be because I am itching to check Facebook, to which I was introduced by my dear wife during our vacation last week. I’m going to assume it’s blocked from work and not even try accessing it; I know a time-sink when I see one.
Other useful advice: when walking one’s dogs on a dark foggy evening, make sure that the fence of the church parking lot they enjoy whizzing on is not stacked high with Christmas trees for sale. That is a poorly constructed sentence, but we’ll leave it as is because we’re so street.
Facebook is the devil.
I love the devil.