Ah, back to the good old 7am meetings. That'll seem like cake when I do my 11pm-11am shift on Black Friday.

It's all the way down to 65-70 degrees here. I think I'm actually going to miss the lack of winter, and in Yakima I barely got one as it was.

Tomorrow, meat leaves for Ireland. Today is your last chance at the Airing of Grievances!

Which is to say, some BS, apparently, but not as much as in recent years.

As I write this at 9pm, I have to sign off and turn on a Spanish-teaching telenovela for my wife. It's an exciting life we lead.

My much younger brother turns 22 today. Four years ago I don't think I would have bet on him living this long with the idiotic things he was doing. That whole teenage thing is no good.

My brother-in-law's dog is over for a couple of days. Watching Sour Cream interact with this giant half-black lab, half-pit bull is some of the funniest stuff I've ever seen. (The dog is comically gentle, by the way, which I already knew)

Today was one of many deadlines for things related to my gig running a Spookymilk Survivor-type game for high schools. I had a "Spooky Milk" logo made as part of the project. It's pretty thrilling.

My Dad's been married for 23 years today. I don't celebrate that in and of itself necessarily, but it's the 23-year anniversary of me gaining a stepsister that became a great friend, and who survived two brain surgeries this last year shortly after becoming a first-time mother. Cheers, Rallista.

I'm locked in some pretty tense negotiations right now, and I'm so tense and angry all the time I'll probably be scarce for a couple of days. As meat and E can perhaps attest, a lot of people believe they deserve their art for free (or close to it), and they get pissy when you draw a line in the sand. This is where negotiations stand right now.