No baby yet, but the weekend was good. Restful, and I needed it. We got a lot of cleaning done, too, and the basement is prepared for the cats to live in.

I've gotten to the point at work where I am hesitant to start any new projects, because the phone call could come at any moment and I would have to run out the door, leaving things unfinished. I don't need work hanging over my head while I'm off for two weeks.

Still playing NetHack. Whatever. My wife, Bridget, is about 11 days from her due date. I'm looking forward to the big day so that I can take some time off work. We've set up his room, and he's got more stuff than I ever had when I was a kid. Nicer stuff too. He'll be spoiled for sure.

My job: I'm a help desk manager. Interesting, since my company has no help desk. So it's my job to develop one, right? Would be, except that my title apparently carries no authority. I can't actually make any decisions or lay down any laws. So here I sit, playing NetHack and building machines and answering level one support calls. Whatever.

I'm taking an MCSE class, which the company is paying for, and which I did not have to sign any "I promise not to quit for n months" crap. So as soon as I get the cert, I'm finished.

People have told me I should do one of these. I am 32, employed, and about to have a son. Seems like a good time to do it.

I've also recently gotten back on Celexa, an antidepressant in the same family as Prozac. I was on it for a little while a couple of years ago and it worked wonders for me. I've been managing ickiness for most of my life.