Well that was a fast week

This week seemed to fly by, though I managed to avoid a return trip to Chicago.

Frisket managed to survive the fireworks on Sunday night. They were still loud in the hotel room but she didn't have the terrors she gets at home. More importantly she didn't injure either me or Lisa (last year she sort of clawed away at me as the fireworks exploded about 1000 feet west of the house).

I walked Frisket home on Monday. About 30 minutes into the walk, halfway home, we got caught in the worst rainstorm I've managed to be outside in in years. Totally, 100% drenched. And yet it was still incredibly muggy. We dragged ourselves over the Brooklyn Bridge and got home around 4 (about two hours' walking).

I don't remember much of Tuesday other than it ended with me fixing someone's WiFi router in return for a delicious dinner. Oh, Frisket and I got pestered on the Promenade by some missionaries. This is sort of unusual in this neighborhood given the overwhelming presence of the Jehovah's Witnesses in the neighborhood.

On Wednesday, Mike Cabana, a friend from high school, dropped by to see the house and meet Frisket and Lisa. We caught dinner at Iron Chef and caused a minor kerfluffle as Mike needed the actual written receipt so he could get reimbursed.

I don't remember much of yesterday, I worked out and retrieved yet another boxload of mail from the PO Box where I've directed all of the estate-related mail.

And today...I've spent most of today cleaning my office in a desperate attempt to avoid dealing with stuff I should be dealing with (filing tax returns for myself and my mother for 2003, writing out various notes to people who keep sending mail to my mother and father, figuring out what happened to my Quicken files when I switched computers in May, etc.).

But I'm finishing the week well: I have a festering head cold which I can feel migrating down into my throat. Should make the weekend enjoyable.

A poll:

For anyone reading this who's planning to attend the wedding: we're not planning on specifically having dancing. Neither of us dance (unless some piece of clothing is on fire). You can dance if you want to, you'll still be friends of ours. We just don't plan to dance ourselves. So, the poll is: is this a horrid mistake or will people be ok with no formal dancing?

You can answer in email or in the comments, or at the wedding blog (which I'm not linking to here on the public site).