"Ok, everyone with air conditioning, do some heavy lifting."

Well! It's a good thing my AC went TU, because I'm not so good at heavy lifting anymore! We think that the coils iced up (as they do from time to time) and since no one was home to turn off the unit, the blower motor burned out.

The good news is I get to deal with some GED-holder with bad grammer, prospects, and teeth who'll bandy about words like "condenser" and "compressor" in an attempt to be recognized as a shaman--the wise and mysterious keeper of the sacred secrets of residential heating and cooling. He will augur ominously about the cascade of catastrophies that awaits me when this part or that part goes bad (he "musta seen it a hunnert times"), and assure me that my $300 larva will metamorphose into a $2500 butterfly in the fullness of time. Wasn't this the same guy that came out for the garage door repair company when we called them? I suspect they have a shared pool of about a half-dozen of these guys for all the home repair shops in the whole city, and they just change out the hats and trucks as needed.

Joule is continuing in a modified fashion until the end of October, unless we get some revenue, in which case we roll forward business as usual. The choice everyone will have is to either accept 2 weeks severance pay and termination, or accept $1000 salary, a stock award (not a stock option), and continued benefits through the end of October. Again, the outcome of the meeting that is happening now in London could change that, as could the outcome of the meeting we have scheduled with Level 3 at the end of the month. I will have to crunch some numbers to find out what will work best for me, but we're all cautiously optimisstic that we will establish a revenue stream within a month.

I had some bad guts this weekend, and went to get a course of antibiotics to take to France in case my symptoms turn out to be what they're acting like (diverticulitis). I sure don't want to go to France with a case of diverticulitis. If I show up with two maladies, I might be cured of the wrong one! (Just a little Lourdes pilgrim humor there.) Apart from that, I'm doing fine. Will see dad on Thursday, and mom soon thereafter. Ain't life grand?