Yesterday's CoC was about a large, aging starting pitcher formerly of Cleveland. Missed it by that much.

I noticed last night that CC Sabathia has been a Yankee for longer than he was with Cleveland. Weird.

I, too, have a sunburn. Damn wiener Irish skin.

I may end up making the four-hour drive up to my mom's cabin after work ends at 9:30 tonight.

It's the Milkmaid's birthday today, though by circumstance I won't see her all day (or tomorrow; I head to the cabin with the rest of the family either very late Saturday or Sunday morning).

So, were going to trade for a while? Okay then.

Soooo...how 'bout that draft?

That's all.

The gray one, Samushu, is warming up to me (but only me). Corporal Fuzzington is still pretty terrified of all of us, but will at least look in my direction without bolting for a hiding place.

Not a word I ever expected to type. It's still pretty irritating as I go to bed here; hopefully I'll wake up to better times.