Hello Monday. I was already done with you and your crap by 8am. Good riddance to you, now leave me alone.

I’m not in the car driving to Ohio today, which is not unwelcome, though the work thing I was supposed to do this week has already been cancelled twice. I really kind of want to get this over with so the project moves forward. Not sure how this work week’s going work out, since I worked like hell to clear the calendar so I could be free to do the cancelled work thing. Also, thanks to the last-minute schedule changes, I’m adjusting things so people can do other things we scheduled based on the old schedule, and the fallout from that is just peachy, thanks…

The weekend was, thankfully, a bit more pleasant, mostly. I had an enjoyable Friday night attending a friend’s housewarming party, which was a nice relaxing evening. Saturday, I woke up feeling not particularly great, so I did laundry in between naps cleverly disguised as “Chuck watching movies in a big comfy chair”, and did little else other than a quick run to the store. Being semi-sick isn’t awful if the world leaves you alone to have your body deal with it.

Sunday involved music with Steve Wyse’s Down Home Dharma, which is a fun thing I get to do now and then with some great friends and talented musicians; We sounded pretty good, all told. After that, the family made our way over to the VCentral Virginia Celtic Festival and Highland Games. It was an interesting diversion, with lots of entertaining music and interesting vendors’ wares to peruse with some friends, and burly people heaving heavy objects around for fun and profit. It was a little crowded, and kind of hectic, but it continued the tradition of us attending any and all events within spitting distance where one is likely to encounter the certain segments of society who are driven to find opportunities to strap on swords and bracers, or dress up like a WoW elf.

It did, perhaps most importantly, give me a chance to don the kilt; and if I do say so myself, I rocked that thing. Once again, my theory that my body type is much more suited to clothing that was stylish more than a hundred years ago rather than anything modern is proven valid. Marvel as my lovely spouse defends my pasty Irish legs from the agression of tiny pirate types:

Oh, and finally, wish my kitten, Lady Sif good luck; she’s getting fixed and chipped today. Poor thing, she had no idea what she was in for this morning.