Vacations Apart
Sunday, July 28th, 2002Today was an okay day at work. I kept caught up all day. Michelle asked me if everything was okay again today. I reconfirmed that everything is fine. I guess she thinks that I’m a mildly disturbed person. I “just don’t seem right” to her lately. I don’t know how long it’s going to take before she finally believes me, because things are good. I’ve only been slightly bitchy because the front end has been not so nice to me, and I’ve explained this to her.
I helped Omar create a back-end to NukeFreeWorld.Org’s upcoming website. I’m excited to see what I’ve done can do to help. I also plan to hopefully build it into a personal content management system.
I think that the cat is coming to the end of his life. We’ve had him for ten years now, so it wouldn’t suprise me. He had an ear so puffy about three days ago that it was weighed down and was thicker than my finger. We tried antibiotics, and eventually lanced it. The lancing worked temporarily, but it’s back now. His catarac has been acting up the last few days as well. Poor Donald.
The family is on vacation this week. I’m all excited. I have the house to myself until next Saturday.