Do We Have a Steady Beat?

I feel like a patient in one of those medical dramas. My heart went all erratic about 10 weeks ago and they have been working on me ever since.

"Paddles! Charging! Clear!"

=sqeeeeeeeeeeeek, BLAM!=

"Push 10 cc's of Eppy! Where's that Psyc consult?!"

I gazed upon my domain at work yesterday afternoon and decided - "I don't have to come in early tomorrow"

Thump . . .

Thump . . . .

Thump . . . .

Still too early to tell if we are out of flat-line country but things look promising.

The lights are on the tree! More importantly, the lights on the tree are ON!

The wife e-mailed me at work yesterday to inform me that as she was plugging in the last of the lights into our super-duper Christmas tree extension cord, they all burnt out. Turns out, our super-duper Christmas tree extension cord has a fuse in it that blows if you try to pull too much power through the line - thereby reducing the chance that your house is reduced to charcoal brickets on Christmas Eve.

Solution? Chuck it and get an extension cord without a fuse! I know it's not as safe - but this is Xmes! And we must have 1000 lights on the tree! Good thing I put up that smoke detector . . .