While waiting for a telecon to kick off:

1. I sold Darlene last night. When my folks bought that truck, it had 28,303 miles. When I titled it over to my friend last night, it had 191,061. Ten years, eight months, and five days. Plenty of good times. Most of those 160k+ miles were solo, though. I’m very much a solo road-tripper, and it really only sat two anyway.
2. I have scheduled my nervous breakdown vacation for the week of 2-6 Jul 2007. Unless something really, really exciting crops up, I will probably spend it at home, sleeping in every day and generally not doing crap. Oh, and not taking any calls from work. I counted it up earlier this morning, and outside of all the family stuff I did in January, the last time I had two consecutive open-for-business days off was last May. The last time I’ve taken a full week off? Four or five years ago. Yeah, I’m due.
3. Oh, yes, I recognize that I’m copping out by taking what’s certainly going to be the easiest week to have off as a NASA contractor this summer. Before you swear at me, my response is that I’m so covered up right now that I’m taking that week off purely because it won’t be so damn painful when I come back from vacation. Nothing sucks worse than being out of pocket for a few days and coming back to everything on fire. [See also: last week.]
4. I have dropped ten pounds in the last three months. I need a long string of quarters like that in a row, but I’ll take it.

Telecon time.