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Well, Christmas is over. And I had a fantastic time, thankyouverymuch! I got a lot of neat stuff, had some good food, and generally enjoyed myself. I don't think I did a really good job getting Liz a good present haul, but I got some ideas Christmas morning (just a little too late!), and hopefully I won't forget them all before I buy her another bevy of gifts.

Anyway, work has gone fairly well lately. Tuesday of last week I said I'd have some modifications done this week on the program I just took over three weeks ago. Last weekend, I was nervous about making that goal. I finished the modifications today, and everyone thinks they're just what was needed. Success!

Of course, now I've been asked to do some fairly difficult (or, at the least, complicated) stuff that no one here's really done a whole lot on, and have a solid proposal on how to do it by next week.

"Next week" is such an odd deadline. When exactly in the week should it be done by? End of the week? Why not just say Friday. then? Ambiguity is a right royal pain in the somewhere.

Anyway, since I'm currently feeling high on my horse, and the people who I'm supposed to talk to about my latest assignment are busy at the moment, I've got nothing else to do but sit around and write in my neglected journal-ish web page. What fun!

Actually, I have tons of fabulous excuses for why I haven't written lately. I was up around DC on the 17th and 20th, and that was loads of fun. Especially the 20th, where I was all by myself, and had to drive myself up and back.

Actually, that was, in hindsight, a bit of a confidence builder. Those of you who know me know that I really don't like to drive too much. That Monday morning, preparing to go up to DC, I was moderately terrified. I mean, if I wreck my car it's bad enough. This was a rental. And I really didn't know where I was going. What if I got into an accident because I got lost and was looking more for where I should be than where I was? What if I just got into an accident period? Imagine another couple dozen what ifs and you'll know what I felt like.

Still, I drove the roughly 300 miles without getting into an accident. I did get quite lost, but that was because the two other times I'd been there, the people driving missed the "right" turn, and had to sort of blaze their own trail. I had no such luck, and made the correct (initial) turn, and then promptly made a wrong turn since I didn't recognize anything about where I was. Fortunately, I gave myself lots of time to get where I was going, and I stopped and asked for directions (which turned out to be as simple as turning around and going the other way on the road I was on, which set me back on my original directions, which were decent enough to get me where I was going).

In any case, I felt pretty good about myself once I got back. Well, mentally I felt good. Physically my back was killing me, since I hadn't gotten the seat adjusted right, and had driven around six hours total in a misaligned state.

But I'm not doing it again anytime soon.