It was Mother's Day. I called my mom around 11; Chaos called around noon; a few of our kids-of-choice also called. Always nice.
I gave Colleen her new Kindle 3, which she loves. It seems to have problems, though; some books don't seem to have synced completely. Grump.
Colleen had gotten a huge slab of smoked salmon at Costco, so we had bagels and lox for brunch. One of the few things guaranteed to get the YD out of bed. While I was out for bagels I went across the parking lot to Whole Paycheck, where I found some nice rockfish for dinner. With a caprese-type salad and baby asparagus sauteed in butter with a little mint (Colleen's idea). Yum, on both meals. The wine with dinner was a Columbia Valley reisling, very big and fruity. Also yum.
We took a nice drive out to the coast on Highway 9, and back via 17.
Glanced at the nameplate on my external backup drive's power brick -- it's rated for 65W on the input side. The outputs only total about 25, and I know that the drive is about half that. So... yuck. OK, it's probably not pulling nearly that much, given that it spends most of the time asleep, but the inefficiency is annoying. An internal hot-swappable mount would be nice.
Did a little noodling on the guitar, and later called Naomi and sang to her and Colleen.
No links. Must have been busy, even though it didn't feel like it.