Yay! My Momma just had delivered to me an antique jewelry display case thingy. This is going to be the coolest desk ever; it has dozens of shallow drawers, is extra wide and, most importantly, isn’t actually a desk. Why is that last bit the most important thing to me? Well, I haven’t really thought about it ’till now (journals beget introspection). I guess it’s just the hack value. My Mom hacks furniture.
Now I have about two days of furniture rearranging to do here in the conservatory. It’s not the furniture so much as it is all those cables snaking all aver the place.

Thanks to everyone who made it out to my promotion ceremony and to those who thought about it but realized that they could be doing something else instead. I hate things like that and I would never expect anyone to show up, but it was pretty heart warming to see my boys from The Team had sneaked into the back row like the ninjas they are. I’m glad I didn’t see them before I went up to the stage or I might have been a little teary-eyed. Well except that I’m a man and I don’t cry.

Off to the White Hayride tonight and hope to catch some of the Geminid Meteor Shower and get my nuptial snuggle on.