Huh. Rain.

Yay, California!

Snow, too, in the Sierra.

July 9 is a good date for a birthday.

Massive crazy hour long, constant booming rainstorm here. Made me quite happy.

My co-worker needs to:

• get her act together and figure out what exactly she needs me to do so she can ask in complete sentences that include nouns; I'm not psychic.
• remind herself that when I have conflicting projects it is my bosses who determine my priority list, a group of people which does not include her. (We're at the same level of middle management and I have over 14 years seniority; while each manager calls the shots within their own bailiwick that doesn't include supervising the work of other managers.)
• stop buzzing me on the intercom every 10 minutes with something else she forgot to tell me about if she expects me to get any work done, and
• save the hand-to-forehead martyred sighs about working late for someone who doesn't know she comes in late every single morning and spends hours taking personal calls during the workday.

Sara, is it your birthday??

You know, I would love it if my mother would lock the door. So then we wouldn't have situations like the guy running for alderman walking directly into the house.

Snow, too, in the Sierra.

What the..? I swear our seasons are going all askew.

Congrats to Kate and family. Man, I wish I had not spent so much time arguing with a racist stranger. But I spent too much of my life being "Too nice" to so maybe this is a beginning, even if the man's brain is like, whipped butter, or something.

Yay for Buffistababies! Congratulations, Kate!

I wonder what my old place, a 4-bedroom flat with garage space, in the Mission goes for now?

At a guess, I'd say at least $8K. Split 4-to-a-room among a bunch of newbie startup dudes, that's only $500 per brogrammer.

I felt so crappy today I bailed early and went to sleep for 40 minutes when I got home. I think I'm feeling enough better to go into the city tonight...

I'll be thinking of you this weekend, shrift, as I pack up my kitchen for the demolition to start. At least I'm not moving across the country!

Glad to hear there's snow! My ground didn't even really get wet, so I hope it's more elsewhere (where it can do more good, for that matter).

Ugh, Matt, how tiresome.

Yikes, Jesse! Lock the door, mom of Jesse!

Have salmon in the water bath, cheesecake on deck, and dinner in mah belly. Not bad.

Oh, hey, rain means I can't water for 48 hours even though tomorrow is my designated watering day. Not that I was planning to, but it's best I remember all the rules.