Well the weekend was over too soon. Would have been a better one if I hadn’t been shot out of bed, waking up standing, talking on my cell phone. I have got to change that ringer. What started out as a funny to myself is incredibly annoying in the wee hours of the morn.

4:30 am in the f’in morning is no time for beast or man. Especially being asked technical questions on a bridge call. My nice gene must have still been in bed, cause I was having none of the ‘sooth the enduser’ crap I usually spout. I distinctly remember a moment of silence after a very simple blunt (still polite) explanation came rolling out of my mouth.

Well here it is Monday and no pink slip, no thank you, but all working systems.

Attempted to see if my leather purse could hold water. It does. About two inches worth and never sprang a leak. Thanks to the interrupted sleep yesterday, I overslept, missed the recycling guys and somehow had a bottle of water poured into my purse.

Good Morning, Monday.

ciao