In which our narrator is exhausted and yet must continue into the presse

We spent all day Saturday doing a final cleanup of the house prior to the open house on Sunday. We finally checked into the hotel around 11:30 p.m. Lisa promptly crashed while I walked the dogs to the local dog run (an oddity, it's in the middle of a median on North End Avenue in Battery Park City, but it's amply sized and great for playing fetch. Well, with our dogs it's more like throwing the ball and watching either Sailor or Frisket 'trieve it elsewhere).

Pretty much slept all day Sunday with a brief break to return to Brooklyn to take out the trash. Am returning again briefly this morning to do some minor cleanup.

I'm hoping to spend this afternoon getting some actual work done.

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Slightly acerbic and eccentric dog walker who masquerades as a web developer and occasional CTO.

Spent five years running the technology side of the circus known as www.ibm.com.

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