It's 5:02 and that means it's "Time to Get The Led Out!" Well, back in the day, working at the teddy bear company, my co-worker (Diane) and I would play Zeppelin... today all I hear is the drone of the server mixed in with the flushing toilet from the folks upstairs. (No clue what they do up there besides clomping and flushing.) In any event, this time of day always makes me smile, albeit briefly, in fond remembrance of blasting "Dazed and Confused."

It's the weekend and I'm fairly certain we've got nothing planned other than me and Ms. Wifey McNutzo trying to make sense of our taxes. Having lived in four different states – California, Massachusetts, Vermont and New Hampshire – over the last eight months may confuse us beyond our meager ability to fill out the paperwork correctly but what-the-fuck... we'll see what can be done. I think there's a sugaring-off function at a nearby farm we might attend...

I wonder what's for dinner.