Got a forwarded link about companies who actually hire people to write blogs for them. Which would be an ideal job for me, save the fact that a good portion of this blog is devoted to how much I hate work. Irony.
Other items of note. Lucas has some serious growing pains; whether it's new molars coming in or just a general feeling of yuck, he's been a wreck over the past few days. Lots of crying and general grumpiness. I'm hoping this is not the yang to the "great baby up until his first birthday" yin. For Beth's sake more than mine, since she gets to have him on her lap for a four hour plane trip later this week. Also, I checked the current ocean temps at Pleasure Point. 51 degrees. Um, no thanks. And whoever coined the place's name must have some interesting thoughts on what constitutes "pleasure". (And this, BTW, is why Santa Cruz has no business making a claim to the title "Surf City"; there's a bit of a pissing contest between Santa Cruz and Huntington Beach over this. I don't think Jan and Dean envisioned their "two girls for every boy" wearing 5 mm wetsuits, hoods, and booties.)