Uneventful day. Phlegm, old-man shuffling, commute, XM8 Personal Play List, work (kerberos auth failures), new Opera browser, mediocre food, more pained shuffling, work (I can't even remember now), static shock from everything touched, commute, gas(oline), XM53 HeeHaw Hell, happy dog, food, smiling kids, four hands of Uno (three lightning rounds, number four was trench warfare), the internets, phlegm, Founding Brothers on DVD. We'll likely end with phlegm also, although I'm trying to remain hopeful. I might have missed some coughing in there - "Come in, Houston, [dramatic pause] the Disease has landed."

I did get a little charge during the fueling stop, given the hostage situation that occurred there earlier this year. You never know whom you might brush up against. That "On The Run" market has been rebranded "On The Lam" by my tribe.

There was also a distinct lack of jocularity today.

I know I run the risk of becoming a complete bore, so I pocketed the four Through-The-Viewfinder shots of Autumn leaves last night. Dead horse and all. Yeah, yeah, we all have the seasons, so perhaps another time. Instead: this gripping account!

Tomorrow, parent-teacher conference and with much restraint and lack of kookiness will I mention the school's posting of kid's birthdays and full names on a website. It's been pulled given my note which used words like "unconscionable".

Hack-hack. Zot. Ow.