Presents wrapped. Goofing off almost complete. I am freaking out a bit from a mistake I made a few hours ago while connected to my machine at the office. I copied
the files down that I needed. The phone rang. I answered. Talking ensued. Half an hour later I went back to my desk. I got an email from a photographer dude I
have known for years named Dave Thompson. I clicked on the link he’d mailed me and checked out his site. He sells stock glamour photography, as well as doing
aviation photography extensively in Austin. So, I’m looking at his site of girlies when I suddenly realize I am still connected to the network at the office where
the Firewall Gestapo are watching my every move. Crap. I disconnect. I break a minor sweat. Then I figure, what the hell, I’m not at work. It’s not business
hours. It’s Christmas. What could happen? Hmmm. Plotting move to Mexico.


Put up the pictures from Numbers on Friday. Check ’em.