I got a screenshot of my GTA self. I need to take matching pictures and I'll post 'em here for comparison. It still cracks me up to watch "myself" run around in the gang-ridden world of Grand Theft Auto wearing my comfy clothes.

Work is slow. I'm updating a document, taking frequent breaks to practice/play in our departments foosball tournament. I'm not good at foos, but getting better. Baditude is keeping the email wires hot with his online version of the Hero Clix game.

Tonight is a happy hour in honor of my old friend and co-worker who's back in town for the time being. It will be fun to see her again. Tomorrow is a "team building" event with co-workers. It's something about a competition to build and/or race boats. Should be fun. Or at least more fun than sitting around here all day.

As I sit and think, I kind of realize my life isn't really so dynamic as it used to be. I'm in a solid routine, which is good and bad. It's a good routine and I'm happy and satisfied, but it's still the same old routine. And I'm not quite sure what can be done about it. Or if anything needs to be done about it.

Diana and I have been walking more in the fields behind our house. There are bee-boxes back there. We crept up to 'em the other evening and watched the little guys go in and out. It's a good walk, especially right around sunset. I'm happy for the excercise, since I haven't played official sports in quite a long time.

Speaking of sports, I'm hoping to golf more. It's staying light a lot later these days, so after-work golf is certainly an option. Golf is an expensive hobby, though.

Random ramblings from me.