Monday,
August 2, 1999

Mrrph.

Hot. Heavy bags. Euston Station, tube, Tottenham Court. Forbidden Planet, three books. Lyndon, laptop case. Back to Euston Station. Pick up wedding pics. Hop on tube to Liverpool Street. Train to airport, check bags, eat.

Get on plane, play peekaboo with cute baby ahead of us. Nap on each other.

Get off plane in Stockholm, argue with Immigration clerk as usual, get into airport proper. Hail cab. Cab takes long way home.

Stagger in, notice lights are off. Turned lights on when we left. Not good. Find out Human Resources gnome sent electrician around without our permission. Electrician turned electricity off at one point, shut off VCR. Stargate SG-1, Voyager, Xena not taped. Lyndon not happy. Decides to eat Human Resource gnome's liver tomorrow.

Sister-in-law calls -- fight with mother-in-law, kicked out as of Thursday, what should she do? Lyndon advises, hangs up phone, goes to read email.

Lyndon comes back, not happy. Finds out someone tried to hack our master IBM account and all passwords were changed. Urg. Argues with IBM, gets new passwords, spends hour resetting everything for all five accounts. Announces that we never should've come back. I agree.

Sleepy time. G'night.