WorkFarce Wizard

Thursday, September 27, 2001

 
OK, here's the way things are right now:

I have finished the floors - as I've said elsewhere, they're not perfect, but they're "rustic."
I'm losing all contact with the various people who are supposed to help move this weekend. Mike has said that he probably can't help, Amy (I think) is going out of town. Kevin might be around. John will be there, so that's a positive.
Marie's Dad has been chopping down trees and branches, not to mention cutting open a gate in the fence.
We still have no proof, or, at least, nothing provable, as to who crashed those planes, but we seem to be getting closer. But now we're faced with soldiers in the airports, and as much phone tapping as they want, and illegal searches if they're conducted by another government, and all kinds of other atrocities. Looks like it's all going to crap.

11:48 PM

Monday, September 24, 2001

 
Marie, just wanted to mention that I love, worship, and adore you. You've brought out sides of me that I never knew existed, you've made me happier than I imagined possible, and you gave me 3 children who help to define me. Thank you very, very much for everything you do, say, and are.

10:12 AM