We're havin' a heat wave...

Or maybe just some real humidity. UGH!

It was hot out there yesterday. I didn't enjoy going out to get my paper, and all I bought was some milk, bread, napkins, and eggs. Forget the laundry, it'll still be dirty when I get to it.

More Mac problems--seems I had one helluva time trying to download the new iTunes. Turns out I missed a few security updates, too. That's what I get for turning off my automatic alert in software updates. I really need to keep on the ball with this thing. Bad enough I still have a G3. I love it so, I don't know what I'd do if I had to part with it.

Watched an excellent movie called House of Sand and Fog. As painful as it was to watch, it's proof that you can't go home again. Two different sides want the same house for pretty much the same reason: they want to feel like home. Desolation and desertion are not issues they want to admit, and a real war ensues. The last 30 minutes of this film will make you squirm, and not because it's gory. There is a twist, and I won't ruin it, but the psychological implications of just letting go do not appeal to any of these characters. It's really something.

Off to Standard & Poors tomorrow and trying to get McGraw/Hill on the phone. Oh, it's quite a lot. I really must learn to leap when HR calls from various places. This woman went on vacation, and now I don't know if she'll be back. Yuck.

I have come to the realization that Bag O'Rocks will be out of here before I am. That leads to one thing and one thing only: I will have to have a private showdown with Baldo himself. ***cue music from old western***

God, I wish Clint Eastwood could play me. It would be so great.