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Work today was pretty low-key. I guess I can't complain about that. I'm glad of it, in fact, because I had a headache all friggin' day which was only exacerbated by the excess of noise coming from the home theater department. I don't know what the hell was going on, only that there was this wall of noise that tried to cave in my skull until about 7:30, when someone finally turned something down.
Mrs. Fungus did some shopping on her way home--see above about the ham--with the result that we had chili dogs for dinner, which was nice and easy to make, tasty, and filling. Can't complain about that.
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Warm weather is projected for next week. I'm hoping some of it will fall on days I have off, so I can try to get some things done outside. That would be nice, wouldn't it? But I'm not going to hold my breath.
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Short shrift for today's blog post, I'm afraid; there's nothing in the news that inspires any real commentary and the stuff that is there is too depressing for me to deal with right now.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Fungus is in the family room and I'd rather be with her than doing this. Sorry about that.