Obama says he likes to come to Austin for the food. Last time he was here, he jumped the line at Franklin's BBQ; this time he stopped at Torchy's Tacos. Austin and San Antonio have been skirmishing over who has the best tacos. I guess the Prez voted in that election.
I was sitting in a doctor's waiting room the other day and two women - who were at least within hailing distance of my generation - were looking at something on an iPhone. Comparing grand-kids, I thought to myself. Then I tuned in on the conversation (i.e. eavesdropped) and I realized they were discussing "latent delays on server A versus server B, and wondering if they could better balance the workload by offloading this or that task to another network." I think I misjudged these ladies.
Have I mentioned before how I don't care for Daylight Savings Time? Still don't. Setting aside the 12 clocks in our household that needed resetting, there's the whole body-clock thing for the next week or so. Who ever thought this was a good idea?
Barb and I have long thought the loading dock at Home Depot is a place that is in desperate need of marriage counselors. This week we decided that the produce section of Central Market might benefit as well. Overheard: "I don't care. Get what you want - I'm not going to eat any of it!"
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