For those of you who have been losing sleep with concern about the demise of my wrt54g, you can now rest easy.  Thanks to some help from Mike, my router has been revived.  It took some scotch tape, copper wire, a magnifying glass and this web site, but it’s back in business.  Not only am I properly firewalled again, I don’t have to drop $50 on a new router.  WHEW!!  Don’t pretend you weren’t worried.

I really don’t have a whole lot to cover from last weekend.  Friday, I went to the Brooksider by myself and sat on the deck, while Donette hung out downtown with Kim and Christie.  With nobody to entertain me, I went home pretty early.  Relatively useless evening really, at least from my standpoint.

Saturday kicked off with Gabe’s second-to-last agility class.  I’m ready for that class to end, mostly because I’m a bit tired of waking up and driving out to Peculiar every Saturday.  And, it’s been too hot to really enjoy anyway.  Gabe still seems pretty excited about the whole thing though, so I guess that counts for something.  I will grudgingly admit that the little Sheltie in the class is now running the obstacles a bit better than Gabe, but not by much.  Gabe gets bonus “enthusiasm” points though.  For dinner that night, we went to the Hyatt Regency for Donette’s 20-year class reunion.  I suppose it goes without saying that meeting an entire room full of people that I don’t know and will never see again isn’t really my cup of tea, but it wasn’t so bad.  Never hurts to brush up on the ol’ “mingling” skills, you know.  Unfortunately I had the spectre of having to go in to work at midnight hanging over me like a black cloud, so that kind of cut into my normally enthusiastic demeanor also.

Sunday kind of got shot down with a little unplanned work-a-thon.  I didn’t get the lawn mowed, didn’t go to the pool, didn’t go to the dog park, just sat on the couch and typed away all day.  Darn them bills and the need to pay them.  That debacle ended just barely in time to get ready for dinner.  Kelly, Susan, Kim and Todd came over and we grilled burgers, with homemade fries, corn on the cob, and Kelly’s nuclear baked beans on the side.  Actually dinner got started an hour late, and we finished eating just in time to catch Entourage.  That was the end of the weekend.  Kind of a slow one, but we needed the rest anyway.

Lastly, a special note of condolence goes out to Carl as he struggles with the potential demise of his favorite band.  Let’s all keep Carl in our thoughts as he struggles with what must be a very difficult time for him.  First Buck Owens and now this…  When will it end?  Truly this could mark “The day the music died” for Carl.