I played the chauffeur again this afternoon. I loathe it but, eh, I do get paid in a manner of speaking so I suppose I should stop bitching and just shut up. Besides, it does force me to read Cian's owner's manual whilst waiting for my passengers to finish their business. For example, I think I'm finally conformable with the whole steptronic thing. I know-- half a year later. What can I say, I'm just awesome that way.

In the evening la familia was at a Vietnamese restaurant here in Slimy. We all had the same thing-- steaming big bowls of that incredible noodle soup and strips of beef that you sprinkle with mint leaves and bean sprouts and thin slices of jalapeno. I keep forgetting what it's called. We only know it by its designated number on the menu, i.e., "Soup No. 1."