Oy vay, or however the hell that's spelled. I've got so much to do, and to make it all impossible, my wife is home today. She makes me nervous. She's constantly pacing to and fro, picking things up. You'd think I'm some sort of slob all week and she has no choice but to pick up after when she's home.
I'll be here today, but I'll probably be here less than usual over the next four days. I plan on acting as if I'm at Internext. I may even drive to the airport and see if I can get through security without a ticket. (body cavity search anyone?) Maybe the wife and I can get a hotel room somewhere, a bag of cheetos, and invite in a few strangers we've met on the internet to make it all feel real.