Goodness, gracious. What a week it’s been.
- My poor little truck, the ugly-as-sin 1990 Ford Ranger, finally gave up the ghost. She served me well, but an emergency acceleration to avoid an out-of-control cyclist provided the final bit of torque that snapped one of the linkages in the truck’s transmission; I had to have it towed home from the employee ramp at the hospital. The old girl is now permanently decommissioned and will soon be listed in Craigslist for sale for parts. I bought the truck in August 2010 for a whopping $750 and got a full 25 months’ service with very little real trouble — a total cost of ownership of roughly $1 per day, with the only extra expenses beyond ordinary fuel and fluids being a new alternator, new light bulbs and routine tire replacement. Excellent first experience with Ford.
- The work of dismantling my department at the hospital continues; everyone keeps a job, but what the job is and what it entails isn’t yet carved into stone. Alaric and I met with the folks in Information Services with whom we’re supposed to work — nice people.
- I hosted some creative professionals on Friday night. Eight guests, tasty pizza and delicious chocolate cake (thanks, Brittany!) capped off the meeting; to celebrate the “other” Jason’s birthday, in whose honor the cake was baked, most of the group went to Celebration Rivertown for the 11 p.m. showing of Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
- Spent a fair amount of time that should have been engaged in productive work in the evenings this week watching back episodes of Supernatural instead. Just started season 3 last night. I was so engrossed that I even missed the new episode of Doctor Who last night. Heavens to Murgatroyd!
- I’m sooooo looking forward to the late October release of Windows 8, Win8 tablets and Windows Phone 8. Here’s hoping that T-Mobile doesn’t cheap out on its initial WP8 offerings … I’d offer up Tony’s firstborn child to get a Lumia 920.
- The next cigar/cocktail evening is planned for 6:30 p.m. on Wednesday, Sept. 19, at Grand River Cigar. Anyone interesting in attending who didn’t already see an invitation — let me know. The more, the merrier, and self-invites are not only welcome but encouraged.