It is now 8:42pm in Cali, and I’m at disk 3 of the Burning Crusade expansion.  Cyd’s already in bed, with a portable heater in one corner of her room and a humidifier on her nightstand.  They’ve got all night to duke it out and see whether Cyd comes up a winner.  I’m hoping the humidifier will help with her breathing and with the horrible condition of her crispy lips.  I’m pretty sure the heater will work out fine.

Last Friday, our central heating system gave out.  I called the property managers the next morning and asked them to schedule some work.  This being one of the coldest weeks on record for the area, of course, I’m not the only person howling for heat.  So this entire week, I’ve been living like an ice cube in a freezer.  I had to wear my suede carcoat to make breakfast and had to wrap Cyd in my wool jackets each night.  Today I’d finally had it and called the property managers again.  “We’re on day 7!  I really, really need to take a shower!” I said.  They promptly instructed me to purchase a portable heater that they will pay for.  They promise to have the heater dude appear on Monday.

Work has been going along pretty smoothly, with the exception of my not factoring “5 months = 7 months” into my spiffy organizational timeline.  Where I thought I’d have a couple of folks panicked, I now have an entire team panicked.  Will we make it?  Hell, yeah.  Will it be what we want?  Uhm…

Ooooh, disk 4.  And Cyd’s room is nice and comfy compared to the rest of the place.  Guess it’s time to log in and roll up the obligatory Blood Elf!  I think I’ll go hunter for now.  Yeah, that’s it.

(By the way, I have to ask: if you’re a game company and you’re giving away free 14-day trial accounts to people you don’t know, why would you pack guest account keys in the retail box that only give 10-day trials to your loyal customers’ friends?)

Love each other!  Happy birthday, Noa!