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Three-year-old tape recorder
Shocker here, work continues to vaccum the soul out of me. In other words, it still sucks. Came home and there was a fresh pile of toys blocking my son's door. Tired and not out of work mode I blurted out "dammit boy!" All of three seconds later, the boy follows me into his room, looks down at the mess and says "dammit bears!" Great, I feel like a total parental unit now.

And on the sixth day

Lookin' for that short week
Ah, overtime. It allows for the option later this week of taking the cash, or taking the comp time, either of which will come in handy as the wife and I head to Chicago. So, between editions of the paper, I sit here tapping away. Some sort of movement to keep the blog active.