Tonight I helped my brother and a master carpenter friend of his work on my
mother's house.  My job was to "grout" the tile floor on the porch.  That
means to spread red (ok, terracotta) cement stuff over the tiles with a
trowel, and then wipe up the part that doesn't go in between.  I have hella
bad blisters on my hands from doing this.  Afterwards I am working on a report
in one window and healing for tank-friend Bippo and his friend Fangs.  We
killed Tom Bombadil's girlfriend, which is my new "highest party kill" (finger
porter), and then went to the vonHuber mansion and killed EVERYTHING.  (OK, a
LOT of things.)  Then Fangs and Bippo got invited to a better party that
already had the healing thing covered.  Which is good, because I should be
writing my report for the auditors on Spreadsheet Controls.  Its 12:23AM here.