Day 33 of the 47th orbit

I am skipping the traditional morning-intro section of standard procedures today, just for variety. At work I fought for my Q2 bonus and am trying to defend it. Unfortunately, there are formal procedures that strip away part of the compensation. It is demotivating enough to make you not even want to try.

I refined CJON a bit, deciding to store dates in UNIXTIME format as a number. I still need to think the format through more carefully.

For dinner I made steaks, corn, and a vegetable salad. Tasty and healthy. In the evening we put the girls to bed, and, exhausted, turned on The Talented Mr. Ripley. After fifteen minutes we were both snoring and decided to just go to sleep. During the night Sonya and Leah seemed to act in concert and woke us around 3 a.m. Sonya simply came to our room and lay down next to Mom. Leah suddenly started screaming at the top of her lungs, “Save me, help me!” over and over until I came to her. I sang her a song and she fell asleep—apparently she had had a bad dream.