So the scheduling conflict disappeared and I no longer have to do the work for my old group. Since I'd told them I wouldn't have time to do anything until tomorrow anyway due to committments for my current job, I never even got started. I'm glad that the people who took over the project from me can now learn the process themselves.

So Clemens went back to the Yankees. I can't say I'm surprised. Or even upset. Actually, I feel pretty indifferent. Clemens wouldn't have fixed the Astros problems; he just would have been a distraction. And the will-he-won't-he saga is getting old. So have fun in New York, Roger. I hope you miss the postseason. Because I always hope the Yankees miss the postseason.

The rest of my weekend after Saturday's run-bike extravaganza was blissful. No committments. Whatever I wanted. Jose and I watched the Astros game, saw the underwhelming Spiderman 3, watched the Rockets game, and met Jen, Gavin, and Becca later that night for ice cream. Sunday was all about sleeping in for the first time in too long. Yesterday afternoon we hit Lowe's and bought a bunch of plants to start our experiment in patio gardening (I'm taking bets on how long it will be until I've killed my tomatoes). Last night I played a very frustrating soccer game, but at least it was good exercise.

Amazingly little on tap for this week. It's a nice change.