His name is Oscar

Friday: Woke feeling water logged, but recovered sitting at the computer. Gus treatments, shower. Downstairs and heated some coffee. Noticed the Gus doppleganger in the back yard. My ploy of walking around the side, to avoid startling him, worked, and he ate the offered food, and let me pet him. He also told me his name is Oscar. Over the course of the morning I fed him twice more. Hungry blighter. Down basement morning practices, musing, drums, and some guitar. Put some bird food out.

Headed out, driving the long way around. Fixed a couple more bugs brought out by the Mr Skitters file, and checked-in late in the day. A good meeting, deciding we're getting pretty close. Two tacos at the chain place. The light jazz music they were playing significantly detracted from my experience, which is a shame, because the food is actually perfectly serviceable.

Back home by 7:20. MB and I drove right back out again to a Ethiopian restaurant a few blocks away. A friendly dinner with St and Rbn. We talked about work and the public school systems in Boston. Rbn offered an interesting theory on the relationship between smoking, the pitch of his voice, and stammering.

After dinner, we said goodbye to these friends, and went and met some other friends at the iCafe. Bn was supposed to be dancing, but the cafe lost their entertainment license. We ate some dessert crepes, and talked about work, with Bn and a couple who were with her. The woman in the couple works for a drug company, and I found it interesting to hear how productivity is measured in an industry where most efforts fail.

Back home around 11. MB taking a shower. Gus is sitting in front of me dribbling snot on my hands as I type.