--165 days.

--Nothing like a little lunchtime natural gas leak, leading to a one-hour, 45-minute rebound lunch to suck away much of the afternoon's work motivation.

--That's right, sitting at Cubby Bear North this afternoon with several of the former coworkers at PFW, while waiting (unbelievably long) to order our food from the waitress, who works for the asshole manager, who made a snide remark about us "rearranging his dining room" when the 10 of us walked in (though the place wasn't even close to capacity), we began to smell gas. Five minutes later, it hadn't gotten better, two of our group was queasy (one already was standing outside), and the asshole manager was fast-walking around, ducking behind curtains, trying to find the source of the leak. Did he call the fire department? Who knows, but I doubt it. So, we decided to drop $2 apiece on the table for the drinks and bail out. Why wait to blow up when we could go to Champps? This, mind you, was already 40 minutes into the lunch "period." So I had to basically wolf down my meal at Champps and bail out before everyone else. But, hey, it's always good to see folks...especially folks like Kenny and K-mac, fellow former PFWers who I hadn't seen in a long time. Now, it wasn't as bad as the Great Gas Leak of 2003 on Jan. 28 in The Brook. That was suffocatingly bad. This was as though a pilot light went out...but still, why chance it, right? Plus, they treated us like shit anyway, so it was a couple of things that added up.

--Ah well...I go home in an hour, and then I get to work from home for a half day tomorrow. That's nice. I'll get some real work done and then have the rest of the day and weekend to relax and get other personal things done. Always, always a nice thing.

--So that's that for now. If I don't get to post between now and then, have a Happy Thanksgiving!