Modernity, Is That What It Is?

At the moment I'm sitting in a bar at the Albuquerque Sunport drinking a beer, watching the Cubs and the Brewers, listening to tunes on Leia and hanging out in teh intarweb. 

Is life better than that?

Heading to Seattle to see Freesia and Nena and Toaster's godmother and the rain and the Pike Place Market and see if that one vendor is still there and if they still have that Colombian flag belt buckle...

My flight's been delayed half an hour, so I have unscheduled time to chill and catch folks up.

Life's pretty good.

The new job is pretty brills.  Long hours, not much more than what I was making at The Minuteman, but it's infinitely more rewarding.

The novel is stuck in revision.  I just need to suck it up and plow through it.  Hopefully breakfast with Freesia tomorrow will help me get going on that.

We're super excited with Toaster's imminent arrival and folks are coming out of the woodwork asking to throw baby showers for us.  For which we're amazingly grateful.  (Mamajlo, Jo, Coco, we're looking at y'all.)

To that end we've been registering for stuff and learning about what you need to raise a kid in the western world.  It's kinda cool, actually.  My folks bought us a travel system, which is supercool.  Yeah...beer kicking in...maybe I should go see if my flight is actually leaving soon...