We're in the final days of software CD testing. My brain is so fried, I can't decide if I should take a nap or rename myself Cracklin' Head.
I know. I should take a nap. A good three-week-long nap. But that's not an option.
So I guess I'll just be Cracklin' Head for a few more days.
I wrote a lovely poem this morning. It was actually an e-mail to the Hubster. He wanted to know if I would be home at a decent hour on New Year's Eve, or if I would have to work late. (He's already accepted that New Year's Day is a full work day for me.) So here's the poem I sent him. The subject line was "New Year's Eve".
so much depends
the newest CD
before the old
I know. I'm keeping the day job for now.
P.S. This is Blog Post #1700.