After a four-day weekend, it’s back to work on Stupid Meeting Day. Oh joy. To make matters worse, one of the dogs decided it would be a good idea to stand around and bark all night long. I don’t sleep all that well anyway, but last night I got pretty much no sleep at all. On top of that, everything hurts from spending about 16 hours over the past three days bending and squatting, trying to get my deck and fence stained before the snow flies. I also got into some kind of crap that seems to be making the skin on my wrist and forearm fall (painfully) off, and I’ve got a shitload of some sort of insect bites. This is gonna be one very long day. Fortunately, it was an early one for me (what the hell, it’s not like I was sleeping), which means I not only get to leave early, but I didn’t have to deal with any school buses slowing me down on the way in.

Had I know I wasn’t going to sleep at all, I might have watched some of the DNC convention (but probably not). It sounds as though Michelle Obama went over very well, as did that Castro guy (no, not that Castro). Actually, it sounds like everybody hammered Romney pretty good (even Teddy Kennedy). I don’t know if any of that stuff actually makes a difference when it comes to the actual election, but maybe “the base” will get energized and turn out to vote. Or not.

I can hardly wait to see (and by that, I mean “read about”) what happens next. Maybe Bill Clinton will bring out an empty chair and have a debate with it (though an empty suit would be better).

I was sad to hear that Michael Clarke Duncan passed away the other day (and so young, too – only three years older than me. I hate it when that happens). The Green Mile was an exceptional movie (although I have never been able to bring myself to watch it a second time).

Oh well, half hour ’til the Stupid Meeting. I guess I better get prepared.