The boss recommended I read Steve Jobs' bio, so I did. It was alright. I think with tighter editing it would have been more enjoyable for me, but I got pretty good about just skimming when I couldn't read another line about how he thought normal rules didn't apply to him. Once you've drilled a bit home, you can let it go... But, it was interesting, both for the things he was very successful at as well as the things he was extraordinarily human and flawed at. All the examples of things done really well, and so many examples of how *not* to do things.
Next book up for me is a project management book, Making Things Happen. I read the first version of it, but since my front line leads have been asking for stuff in that area, we're making a reading group out of it. Never hurts to refresh.
Tonight during dinner a tiny bird flew into one of our big glass windows in the living room. It did not survive, poor little thing. Paul took it out and buried it after we finished eating. M2 said, "it makes me sad when the little critters die." Me too, sweetie, me too.
M1 decided to learn guitar. M2 decided to learn ukulele. M2 gets upset when she's plunking away on her little ukulele and M1 comes and drowns her out. The temptation to teach M2 banjo is immense, but probably best advised not to take that escalating route at our house or there will be peace no more!
Am a little annoyed. Out of all the stuff I ordered last week from Amazon, the only thing that hasn't come yet is Paul's father's day gift. WTH universe? Srsly? Meh.
Time to get the monkeys into pajamas, get their teeth brushed, and get them to bed, I suppose.