Two miles on the treadmill last night then over an hour of yoga. Feeling a bit stiff today but not bad overall.
Becky and I are off to see The Alarm again tonight. Jeff was supposed to be coming with us but there was a screw up with the ticket. I am SURE I bought it for tonight's show but TicketAssMaster has it as next week's and with their drone-like "no returns, refunds or exchanges" response to my phone call I am left with no option but to sell it if possible. Jeff is not upset by any means but I really wanted him to see how great they are. Oh well, he would have been half asleep anyway. Not heading into town until around 8PM to avoid the three hour beer fest that preceded the show last week.

Oh, got the inevitable and not unexpected call from my mother in law last night about Thanksgiving. She's "thinking of having dinner". Jeff's response, "when you decide one way or another let us know"..as we've been invited to two other places (one of which I would actually like to go to). Of course we'll end up at her house. If we are the only ones who show up there will be some unpleasantness on my part. At least we got one thing settled. From now on Jeff and I are going to host our own dinner and whoever can come whether it be family or friend is fine by us.

I think I'm going to ban myself working from home. I always end up feeling isolated and it's somewhat depressing. It's easier to accept working for a living when you are in the throng the working world. In Boston everybody is working ~ that's the main reason why people go there*. Here at home, as I gaze out my office window at the quiet of the neighborhood and cul de sac I can't help but feel either a.) I am fucking off even though I am working. or b.) It's such a shame we spend so much time away from home doing just that. Working.



*For the most part. Sure we go in for the entertainment value, but compared to the time spend working there it hardly bears mention.