Monday, March 31, 2008

Sunday . . .

. . . bloody Sunday.

No, not as in the U-2 song, nor the story of Domhnach na Fola, nor as the adjectival form of the noun blood, but rather as the expletive attributive. Our Brit friends will bloody well understand.

It's just that I had Friday through Sunday off, and while Friday was 80F and beautiful, Saturday and Sunday were cold and rainy. Blah. It was very, very dreary for the full 48 hours.

Also, the dishwasher started leaking, and my first, infallible, guaranteed, sure-fire fix didn't work. You'd think six years of engineering school would have made a better impression on the contrary machine. Parts are on order. One more try next weekend, then it's off to the junkman.