Three Home Invaders

Wednesday: Woke around 8 as MB headed out. (Last night during sitting, a rustling outside, then, the smell of skunk.) Up, waiting for the cable guy. Email. Gus. A knock at the door, and then someone's voice. I threw on a robe, to find a woman standing in the hall. She looked surprised, excused herself and left. Wrong house, I guess. Put on some water to boil. The abandoned black cat was on the back porch. I put some food out for him. (He ran away when the door opened, but when I looked out a minute later the food was all gone, with only smudge left on the deck.) Shower. Sitting in the dance room. The cable guy showed up. He didn't want to talk much, but I did manage to pry out of him that the signal to the modem was poor. He figured out that the problem was in the line from the pole. I left him to it, and went to make some breakfast (fried eggs, etc). The internet working again, my taciturn cable man drove away. Bought tickets to see the Dalai Lama in San Francisco (I did KKC a bit of a good turn by pointing out that they were available pre-sale to people in the loop.) Down basement for some morning practices and drums. Packed the car and headed out.

A sunny day. Drove the long way around to work. In the office, much wrangling about why the combination of our software with an add-on and another third party product, isn't working. Fixed some little bugs. Weird problems only on PPC... unfortunately building on PPC takes a long time. As does profiling. Some more little bug fixes. Burrito. Made a mix CD for Shawn. Met him out back at around 7:30.

Over to Arlington, and a short rehearsal, running through our proposed set twice. Gave him a lift back home, some uneasy quiet in the car. Back home, MB was just heading out to the Middle East. Her new cell phone arrived. Put out the garbage. Web surfing. Evening practices. She got in around half past midnight. A little hanging out, she telling me about the peculiarities of the belly dance world. Soon bed.