Hmmm. Good morning?

Not sure yet. Woke up several times in the night, restless again. Woke with a stuffy head, dry mouth, dry lips, sore throat. And hungry.

I'd like to blame it all on the stuffy head, but unfortunately, I think I have a cold. Especially since I've been chain-sneezing a couple times now.

But the hash brown patty (aka "grease potatoes") I had for breakfast made my throat feel better (which is what I hoped it would do!), and a decent-sized glass of water is working on the rest. So I may survive.

We'll see.

It's a scene from a movie

Out my window, the sun has come up. My window faces south-ish; I cannot see the sun.

But I can see its touch.

In the background, a sky of heavy grey clouds, touched here and there with paler grey, sun-thinned. In the foreground, the dark bulk of the evergreens and a few deciduous trees, the leaves of the latter gone to red-orange and highlighted to brilliant color by the sun in their upper reaches. In the middle, the building opposite, and its parking lot.

Left sides of cars shimmer silver and red; right sides are shadowed grey and darker red. The building face is a pale, highlighted tan, and the windows are a smoky green where they resist the light. A single deciduous tree, still with its leaves, stands close to the building in a dusty sunlit green that is somehow a blend of mint and olive to my eyes.

It's a morning from a movie, cloud-touched, shadowed, sun-sparked, highlighted.

It's beautiful.

*giggles* Expectations.

"We were going to have to take their system, so we made our estimate high-end, to be sure. The project manager doubled it; and the client doubled it again. So they expected to be down for 4 hours, and they were down 13 minutes."

I love the stuff you learn on the conference calls!

Oops?

Bozo Criminal of the Day again:

Thanks to Bozo News Hawk Paul Randall for sending in today's report. From the International File in Rivoli, Italy comes the story of bozo Eduardo Laque who jumped into a car and forced the driver to hand over his cash. He then ordered the victim at gunpoint to drive him to his hometown. And since it was going ot be a rather long trip, our bozo settled back into his seat and made himself comfortable. Soon he was fast asleep. Taking note of the situation, the victim instead drove him to the nearest police station, where the cops woke him up and arrested him.

From http://www.electricferret.com/bozo/

*SNARL* Pagers, people.

If you're paging someone, give your full freaking phone number. Not just the last seven digits. And be careful what you dial.

I've gotten a 7-digit number on my work pager (where only our CS people should be calling, and not during office hours except for the weekly test) twice in five minutes. Grrr.

On the other hand, my day is otherwise good, and the poor sap who's trying to page someone has it worse'n I do. ;)

*SIGH*

So I release the sink sprayer "on" lever, and it sticks, as usual. So I tug lightly on the bottom and it...

...snaps off. On the other hand, it also turned off and went back to faucet, so at least we're okay till it's fixed.