Update

So, the knee is feeling both better and worse. I'm going to see a highly-recommended orthopedic surgeon on Friday. At least I'll have answers.

Of course, Friday is pretty much doomsday at work. A very high priority project that has a drop-dead due date of next Monday has fallen on hard times. It doesn't help that the autosampler on GCMS#2 decided to quit last night...during the middle of my sequence...before it had finished one of my two standards I was running for this project. Oh well. Not much I can do about it. At least I had managed my expectations well for this week.

M continues to be the cutest thing. I piqued her curiosity the other day when I was practicing for my duet with D for last Sunday. She had a fun time ripping the mouthpiece out of my mouth while I was playing it. So I blew air through it and showed her how to push the buttons. She liked it but wasn't too enthused. So then she climbed up in the papasan and peaked over the cushion at me. Those two cute little beady eyes staring at me in wonderment. I wish I had the camera.

So, you know how competitive C and I are. Well, there's a game called Bejeweled, which I used to play a lot in college. When C plays I try to help her out when she gets stuck. I asked her if I could play a game. So I was doing pretty good and she left the room to check on M. She came back and was wondering if I had started another game. No, I insisted, I was still on the same one. To make a long story short, I played for 23:19, had over 80,000 points, cleared 107 jewels per minute and had a best score of 2800. And it wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't started the game at 5 till ten. But it was fun.

If you haven't heard by now, we are expecting number two at the beginning of January. We go to find out whether it's a boy or girl next Wednesday. I'm pretty convinced it's a boy since C's symptoms are so different, namely that she wasn't yakking every morning between weeks six and sixteen. She's had a fairly good pregnancy up till now considering how her allergies get worse and now that her sciatica is coming back.

How about this weather huh? I hear it's supposed to be a hundred and death-teen degrees tomorrow. Sheesh. Thankfully it's been a mostly dry heat. Because it ain't the heat that gets you--all together now--it's the humidity.

I must be off. C and I are trying to figure out a girl's name, just in case.

Take care and God bless,

R