Poke her and see if she moves

It's been months and months. I have no more fans. . . . That statement is meant to make you think I had fans to begin with.

It's summer in Portland. It's in the 70's. The rest of the country has heat stroke. It's not always like this. Sometimes we have nice weather (rain).

I've been really busy with work lately. My friend Khalkho says: "Why would you ever want to retire? Working for the forest service is like being retired!" It's one perspective.

This summer has not been very interesting. I work a lot. I landed a small contract to teach an Oracle class at a software company in Corvallis. That means that during my vacation I'll be working that job. At least I can afford better wine now.

On Monday, I made the potentially regretable decision to go to a class reunion at the christian college I attended in my past life. Why? Nobody can figure out WHY I would want to do that. My friends are all amazed. Apparently I associate with non-reuniters. But I had fun in college. Everybody there was real nice...TOO nice. It was like four years of summer camp, with grades. Well, there's another reason: it has given me the motivation to retain a personal trainer. Every day, I get an hour or so of training in my own home with my own home gym. What's my secret? Big bucks consultant? Oh sure. That and Taylor is my trainer. I get special treatment (Taylor: Just 5 more minutes. Me: You said that 10 minutes ago!)