Monday April 11th (aka Working Is Actually Fun Again!)
 

Morning! |waves|

I got a shitload of work done yesterday while I watched soccer, gold & hockey |thumb

Speaking of |golf| anyone else catch the final round of The Masters? |pokefun|Spieth Tin Cup'd a par 3 by putting 2 in the water, took a 7 on the hole, and lost by 1. Great finish to what is my favorite tournament of the year.

Today will be mostly grunt work & a little Fantasy Hockey prep work |thumb

He finished 3 back.

|coffee is on, y'all help yourselves...

Had a totally relaxing unproductive day yesterday of yard work and then going dancing until 2 am.

No golf here. Just a day of work planned with the possibility of yard work and or maybe a bike ride later today.

Ditched the zoo for the beach yesterday. Now I'm a bit sunburned, but at least I'm no longer a vampire.

That's right. I was thinking he would've won by 1 if her just made par. Of course, I was hoping for a |snowman2

Ohhh God! I discovered that the worst thing that can happen to you in a hospital is not medical:

I had an appointment that was made over the telephone, and was in an area of the hospital I have never visited before. So when I arrived I ended up in the wrong department. Eventually realised I was probably not where I should be, there was no reception desk in the area I was waiting (just a sign saying basically "Sit and wait, a nurse will be with you soon"). So I found an office, knocked on the door and asked the person in the office if I was where I should be. They took my details and began 'phoning round the various departments.

Eventually she worked out where I should be. Rather than give me directions and risk me getting lost again, she took me over there. And rather than let me sign in at the reception, she did that too. And although she worded it better than this, she basically said:

"I found this senile old man wandering lost and confused in the corridor. Is he one of yours?"

|verysad

It was big news over here. A Brit winning at last (first in 20 years). We tend to ignore the fact that your guy went to pieces in the back nine, and choose to believe that the result was entirely due to our guy's brilliant playing!

|england|