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10:08 PM 2/15/2013

I've actually been logging this week.  It's been a busy week.  I almost have an excuse for not having this posted by 4:45 this afternoon.  I will have it posted before Friday is over however.  I will probably clean it up some, but I think it's going to pretty much as it happened.  I started just after midnight Tuesday morning:

12:14 AM 2/12/2013

Happy Mardi Gras!

I missed another blog.  Had I posted Friday I would have mentioned that it was two years and one week until I can retire.  Sometime Saturday I said to myself "d'OH!  I meant to blog last night!" I started thinking about the title "A Dollar Short," but didn't do anything with it.  

Now it's Monday night (Tuesday morning, actually..., for the past 23 minutes) and I'm typing this.  When I started thinking about this I was going to mention that I had a cat scratching at my door (that would be Tipsy) but she got bored and left.  Then I was going to mention that I had a dog pacing outside, because she doesn't like the thunder.  (She's back, because the rain has picked up again.)

Anyway,  that's what's going on with me on Fat Tuesday morning, when I'm planning to post this on Friday, at which time I will have exactly two years until I can retire.

5:27 AM 2/14/2013

This may turn out to be a real web LOG.  It's Thursday morning, and my alarm radio will start in about 2 minutes (probably to Stevie Ray Vaughn.)  Was at the office until 7:30 last night, got to bed early.  Was hoping (but doubtful) that I could get an early start today and maybe get a handle on things.  That's looking more promising.  (There goes the radio.  Now I'm just waiting for the coffee pot.  There's Stevie Ray at 5:32 AM)

10:28 PM 2/14/2013

I'm a procrastinator.  Actually I prefer to think of it as "creative prioritization."  That's why it annoys me to have to be the one to call down these folks on waiting until the last minute to file their campaign finance reports.  

10:36 PM 2/15/2013

So now I'm back to Friday night.  Didn't have much to say, but it appears I used quite a few words to say it.  I actually managed to leave the office before 6:30 tonight.  Maybe I'll blog about that sometime.  But now I can retire in 730 days (or 2 years, or 104 weeks, or 17,520 hours, or 1,051,200 minutes, or 63,072,000 seconds.  Probably a little less than that.  The seconds are tickin'.)  So you kids get off my lawn.