• Almost perfect

    It’s cloudy and a light drizzle is falling. It’s almost November. It feels like it should be a perfect day to sit around in fuzzy, cozy, oversized clothing and enjoy some laid-back time with family.

    There’s just one problem. Something in my DNA is telling me that it should be colder. Walking barefoot around the house on the tile should send me scurrying for a pair of slippers. Instead, it’s 80 degrees outside, and only a few degrees cooler inside.

    I’m tempted to turn the A/C down to 60 or so, but methinks my wife may do something hasty when I nod off on the couch (something that’s bound to happen at some point today).

  • Right now

    Adam is sitting behind me in the family room, poking me in the back and doing his impression of DeNiro in “Analyze This!”

    “You. You! You’re good!”

    Mind you, he’s never seen the movie, and the closest thing he has to an Italian American acquaintance is his German/Irish/English/Swiss/American father who does the occasional impression to entertain the kids.

    It’s awesome when one word, spoken in a silly voice, can elicit such a great big smile.

  • Dangerous computing

    Do you think it’s possible for laptop computers to be bad for you? I don’t mean bad for your budget or bad for your marriage… I mean bad for your health.

    Lately I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night, an intense dream just beyond recollection, suddenly in no mood for sleep. I keep my PowerBook on a table by the bed, so the internet is less than an arm’s length away.

    Am I that pathetic? That’s a rhetorical question, so don’t feel compelled to reply.

    I usually put in a good twenty minutes of searching and note taking before setting the PowerBook down and going back to sleep. Last night I found a couple of vegetarian recipes I thought looked good (I’ve been thinking about cooking with more grains). I wonder if my mind is growing accustomed to the close proximity of computing bliss, and that’s why I’m waking up more often?

    I’m already getting too little sleep (thanks to the Sawks being in the World Series), so the last thing I need is another thing to keep me up. Maybe it’s time for my PowerBook to sleep in the other room.