A good news day today. Not only do I not have to travel to sunny Warrington but I discovered that one and a half of the days I booked for holidays are company days so I get to keep one and a half days for next year. Cool. The not traveling to Warrington is good in two ways. One, it means that out potential customers are finding it easy to use the product we are pitching at them and two, I don't have to spend two days in Warrington!

One should always listen to ones mother. I went to bed last night with a wet head and woke with a cold. Shivers and drippy nose and everything. The boy is sick again too. He gave me a bit of a turn trying to get him to sleep this evening he was coughing so much. He seems OK now though.

He was in bed late because we all went to see Anna's school perform the carol service in the church. What's not to like about kids in sheets with cardboard wings and tinsel haloes. Anna sang solo and brought a tear to me eye. Idiot that I am I left the camera in the car though, so no pictures. It brought me back. Wondering if you were going to be a shepherd or Joseph. A sheep or a goat. Thin, reedy voices singing the same songs every year. Then I realised that this would probably be the last time I was asked to witness Anna doing this as secondary school isn't so much about the church service at christmas.

My little girl. All growed up.

Oh. And it must have set some kind of record. Second sentence in, someone's mobile phone rang.

One of my co-workers is an eccentric sort. A good guy -- good for a laugh and willing to be laughed at -- but a bit odd. We had a very long meeting today and I was playing curling on my Palm and others were doodling, looking like they were taking notes, but not really. So I looked over at my neighbour's notebook and he was doing some sort of mathematical proof. He had a diagram with the lines marked and Pi was involved and all sorts of stuff that I've forgotten from leaving cert. math. He does this a lot during meetings.

When it came to his turn to contribute to the meeting, he was being slagged about being all movie-star like (he did training videos too) and there was talk of my people talking to his people and he said You wouldn't want to wake up with a sheep in your bed. One of us said that it was a horse's head, not a sheep, but the rest of us were chortling at the fact that he'd just returned from Australia where he'd obviously been lonely.

About half an hour later on in the meeting, he fell asleep, and was snoring softly.

Dreaming of electric sheep, no doubt.