It's a truly beautiful day here in Austin. The birds are singing, the sun is out, and my lawn is growing by exponential leaps and bounds. Only problem is, it's a weekday, and it rained all weekend. God hates me. Maybe he'll let me go to the kite festival this weekend, though.
Crack practice was cancelled for unknown reasons last night. Jason was forced to resort to reading a book for entertainment. Cassidy doesn't understand what is going on when I read and spends a lot of time howling, jumping on me, and otherwise trying to break up the monotony of having Jason stare at an inanimate bunch of pages for hours at a time.
Friday I'm going to see Herbie Hancock in San Antonio. That should be bad ass. I am looking forward to it very much.
I'm doing this post from one of the courthouse computers and people keep looking over my shoulder to see what I'm typing. It's kind of unnerving.
Steanso's birthday is right around the corner (on St. Patrick's Day, the 17th). Somebody needs to help me come up with something fun to do the following weekend, because otherwise my folks want me to go to Houston to go to a wedding shower.