Out of The PIT

So my two week "vacation" is over and I am back at work. My salaried work that is. It is a amazing how quickly my time away went and how easy it was to lose track of time, or what day it was or keep track of anything temporal that was no related to feeding/burping/changing/cleaning a newborn. Also, it is amazing how little time I have had to think of other things while in that little cocoon of baby rearing. Not that I am complaining (much). I do recall remembering that I would definitely regret never having children, and after finally having my own truly honest to goodness child, I would completely agree with that assessment. There will be days when I wonder why this child is driving me to madness, or times when I would just like to be able to tell the spawn to keep quiet, or moments when my little girl does things that only seem to be fitting for torturing me but.. In the end the good will easily outweigh the bad. This was a good choice. This was the right choice.

Contractions started at 0430. Excited?

Huh. I just happened to be looking up passive aggressive behaviour and started checking off a number of them that seem to do more often than not. Curious!

On the road again with the RSX. It had been sitting in the garage for months; ever since the last checkup which was some time last year? In any case, the battery was too weak to turn the engine so I had to jump start it which made me even later for work than I already was. Ah well, it was good to drive stick again. I do need to put some air in those tires though.

I have to admit, I think aw robot searing module would be hilarious.

I thought I wrote about this when it happened, but now that I look back I realized that I only talked about it and didn't write it down. Several weeks ago, I got a call from my alma mater asking if I would make a donation to the school. The girl on the other end sounded monotonic and bland, like a child who was forced complete a chore. I said, "Sure how about $100."? It was as if a light switch had suddenly turned on. The girl initially sounded shocked, and then excited, as if I was the first and only person who agreed to donate anything. I've been donating every year for a while now. I figured that all the money in scholarships and bursaries I got over the years should go back to the students attending now, who have to pay a tuition several times more than what I ended up footing (pre-scholarship). I'm always reminded of the chat I had with MJO decades ago when he had that gig as a telemarketer for the university while we were still in school. He needed the j...