I decided to come into work this morning at the regular time despite the perfect excuse not to. Rather than sleep in until about 8ish, call the office and tell them I had a (work.related) meeting at 9ish, then mosey on over to the meeting just in time for 9ish, I took the complicated route. This is the route where I take the bus all the way to the office, then sit at work for about 45 minutes until it’s time to catch the bus back up to my meeting. After the short meeting I’m going to get to climb back aboard ye ol’bus and ride it back down to the office, only to await the end of the day when I not only get to ride transit all the way home, but over to judo tonight as well. It’s a bus.kind.of.day.

and.as.for.not.writing.all.weekend

No excuses. I was busy doing this, and doing that. We went to Ikea at one point and spent a small amount of money. I think it even fell into the formula. I was defragging my hard drive for a time and couldn’t be bothered to stop it to blog.write. Things like that tend to interfere. Not that it matters. I wouldn’t have had much interesting to write anyhow: unless anyone wanted to hear my frustration with mildewy buildup in the bathtub. Or dishes. Or… well… see how much fun that could get.