Seas Of Cheese

Primus. God bless ’em.

Seas of Cheese
Primus

When the going gets tough
And the stomach acids flow
The cold wind of conformity
Is nipping at your nose
When some trendy new atrocity
Has brought you to your knees
Come with us we’ll sail the
Seas of Cheese

Back From New York

I’m done with travel until mid next week. Whee. The Boston trip was successful but rather unfulfilling. The New York trip was successful and fulfilling. The only issue I have is that I left the house at 7 for a 90 minute appointment at midday and then spent six hours cooling my heels at the Newark airport just waiting for a ride home. Why didn’t I get my pilot’s license again?

The kids were obviously glad their dad was back. I grinned ear to ear when I returned to find the front door plastered with “welcome home” drawings! As if that wasn’t enough, I got to say goodnight to our not-sleeping girl, too.

Now I’m working from home since Fridays are Non-Stop Conference Call days. Between the trips and having all I need here at home, I’m beginning to wonder why I need a cubicle at the office. Now if I could only get the boat set up for wireless internet . . .