14 November 2002

After Presidio Med last night, as I was putting on my jacket to leave, they ran a teaser for the nightly news.

"Why does Jesus hate SUVs? Find out what one group believes next on..."

K.T. and Kevin and I all looked at each other for a moment in disbelief.

"Did I hear that?"

Kevin repeated it for me. K.T. started squeaking with laughter. As she nearly fell off the couch, Kevin and I riffed.

"That Jesus. He's so anti-progressive. Just because SUVs were before his time..."

"Well, obviously the Antichrist drives an SUV."

"The Antichrist is an SUV!"

I left before K.T. could hyperventilate. Jesus hates SUVs. Who knew?

Come, peek into my head for a few moments this morning:

Mrphl... Music? Oh. Radio-alarm. Whap! Back to sleep...

Mm? Oh, Matt's getting up to feed the cat. Okay. Back to slee- Whumph! Wha'wazzat? Oh. My pillow. Guess I pushed it onto the floor last night. Thank you, sweetie. Sleep...

Rmph! Alarm again. Hit the snoo- Oops. That wasn't the snooze, that was the "off" button. Sigh. Guess that means I have to get up now. Sigh. Okay. Right. Getting up. Getting up. Getting u- Zzzzzz.....

I actually got to go home on time yesterday! The mind boggles!

Of course, the project isn't done yet. But I was waiting on some stuff that probably isn't going to be finished until today at the earliest, so I went home. Yay, home!

The bad news is that my manager asked if I might be available to work over the weekend, if testing found errors. He asked in that sort of way that means, "Your answer needs to be yes," and so I hemmed and hawed and said I might be able to come in Sunday afternoon or evening if it was necessary.

I really don't want to, but that's the way these things go. Everyone else on my project is facing the same possibility, so I can't really whine.

The system packs up and ships out on Tuesday. I haven't the slightest idea what I'll be doing after that. Whatever it is, I hope it's not as hectic a project. I'd like to have some time to work on the novel again.

--Liz