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September 8, 2010

7:26 a.m. - There has been a great deal of rhetoric about the lack of updates recently on the ol' web page. True, says I, and I stand guilty as charged. But in my defense, the house interwebz are down, and I really can't do much updating without the connection. On the plus side, there is little to report.

Labor Day weekend was quiet and peaceful as Labor Day weekends should be. I did a great deal of cleaning about the homestead, pursuant to grilling charring burgers with the parentals on Monday, with a great time had by all. On Sunday, Jennifer and Self took a random drive through Elkhorn, admired the cobblestone Old Lincoln Highway, and had lunch at Famous Dave's. And on Saturday, I took the beasties to the groomer's and picked up groceries. Scatter a nap or two in the mix this weekend, and you pretty much have it in a nutshell.

September 1, 2010

10:02 p.m. - Made chicken strips for dinner with squash and fresh corn from the Omaha Home for Boys garden. Excellent dinner, but probably not a darn thing healthy about it when I was done with it all. It was very nice not to have a meeting to go to tonight!

7:20 a.m. - So where did I leave August? I had it here somewhere, and now I can't find it anywhere. Can you believe we're on the downward slope of 2010. What a miserable year this has been, economy-wise. I had hoped we'd be slugging our way back to recovery by this point, with the DJIA chugging it's steady way back to 11,000 or higher, but the talking heads are saying 2011, 2012, who knows?

I retired at 10:00 on the button last night, and slept the sleep of the just, though I woke up around 5:30 and try as I might, I couldn't get back to sleep. I think I debauched out of bed around 5:45ish for morning ablutions.

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