I owe you all a lengthy post. Much to say, no brain left to say it after fighting the forces of corporate idiocy all day at work.

The rest of the futon sofa arrived today, and in a miraculous bit of timing I arrived at the house right as UPS and a torrential rainstorm converged - we were able to get the boxes inside before they were hopelessly soaked. Not one of us was on our regular schedule - I went to lunch early and had little hope of meeting the UPS truck, UPS usually hits my street an hour earlier and should have been and gone, and the rain was 3 hours early because the weatherbunnies are cute and useless. Through some convergence of timing, it worked. When you ask for nudges they appear. Big fat answers don't fall from the sky, but small things do.

I've almost finished the base of the blue Constant Companion. I haven't emailed The Boys for the order of the Amanda Bag but it sounds like they have their hands full for the next few days.

I'm off to find the Democratic Convention - it's like a freaking snipe hunt. Every channel I hit is all talking heads. I'm sorry, I'm old, I actually remember being a little kid in '68 and sitting with my parents and watching the entire convention on network TV delivered on rabbit ears - pretty much raw coverage with far less commentary, minus the new innovation of those very helpful people who interpret it for us, like we can't think for ourselves. That's what really bugs me - I remember ONE network person filling dead time with idle chatter - that's when we went to pee and get snacks. This is different, this is a snippet of coverage followed by a long-winded committee of Who the Hell Are They and Who Said They Know Anything tossing it around for the next half hour, telling us what we should have heard. It's...creepy. This is what happens when news coverage is factored into ratings and income, it quits being about news and becomes personalities and ratings. This is such a bad thing.