…mumble, mumble… rode to work, spent the day at work, managed to install the VPN client despite the installation instructions, did battle with weirdnesses in the anti-virus software, rode home… Tuesday over.

…and as I go to bed, a bizarre drinking incident. An ice-cube — carefully placed in a small glass of whiskey — explodes violently, spitting whiskey straight into my eye. I must have offended the little-known god of whiskey and ice.