B-I-L appears to be well on his way to sleeping through half his birthday, although of course I should give him credit for the two hours of awake time he got last night. I'm getting to work on doing the dishes, and I'm thinking, is this all I have to do today? I've got ten articles from the New York Times primed on by browser, I actually spent time emptying my Yahoo inbox, and the only thing I can really think of to do today is to go to my hairdresser's house and pick up the shampoo and conditioner I bought and stupidly left at her house. Man! I said I'd take B-I-L on a kind of birthday tour of Seattle (following this route), but I'm not sure when or if it's going to happen. It's sad to want to be working, but at least I'd feel like I was accomplishing something if I was.