Monday night fatigue

[wombat_socho]

phoenixalpha was talking about making chili tonight, but since she and Scott both set out to return the defective new cat around 1530 to the Humane Society in St. Paul, I don't expect to see them by the time I get home unless a miracle occurs, even considering that I took the train in to work and so have a 30-minute commute home via Cub, where I'll pick up some milk and beans. Can't have chili without beans - well, you can, but that's not the way we do things. Anyway, I fully expect to fix dinner for myself and go to bed early, since the weekend's long commutes and short nights caught up with me this afternoon despite the medium Guatemala I picked up over lunch.

Rick finally got the revised contract from the T-bird. The annoying electricity clause is still in there, as well as the defective wording in the cancellation clause, and we still think they want too much for the suites: they're nice suites, but not any larger or nicer than the ones in the Sheraton which are about half the price. So I'll retype the contract and send it back this week, and if they don't like it they can make changes by hand and send it back. We're basically just haggling over details and grammar at this point, but those are the things that will hang you if things go sideways.