The commute today was just awful. Another sleeping dog sprawled out under the desk was keeping me from sitting down and being able to reach the keyboard.
Just need to do something about that weekly Friday morning virus scan. When I’m working in the office, the scan happens during the night, but at home, it sucks the life out of the computer for almost an hour.
At least we finally have a break in the weather. For the first time in a week, it’s actually cool enough to open the windows and get some fresh air that isn’t 80 degrees and stinking of refinery. It’s odd- when we bought the house, there was a disclosure that there’s a remote chance of unexploded munitions in the land as leftovers from the Port Chicago disaster, but no mention of the frequent stink wafting over from the refinery.
“I’m at my office in Portsmouth.” VA, about 40 miles away. I think he was asking if I was on ambulance duty.
