If you haven’t, go right now and rent the movie Amelie and watch it. It’s got subtitles, but don’t be scared.  We’ve held my nephew’s copy hostage since Christmas, and I really should get it back to him.  We watched it again last night and was delighted once again.

Today was a very productive day at work.  I found a way to dispose of about 1200 computers.  That was in the first 30 minutes of work, so I felt like I could just coast the rest of the day.  I didn’t.

Il Maestro was at rehearsal tonight.  I can never understand his broken English/Russian/Whatever.  Tonight was no exception.  I came away with a tremendous headache.  I just hope this thing sounds better with the orchestra.  The guy sitting next to me is a surfer dude with coconut-smelling hair.  he always sings just a bit loud, more than a little bit behind the beat, and always with a scoop just before the next note.

I drove home with the top back and a full moon shining, thinking about the hot tub.  When I got home, Glynda’s car was in the drive, and all the lights were off.  I immediately knew they were thinking the same thing.  As I sat in the hot water, my only thought was, I have a great life.