12.12.12

Today is the last time that we can write the same three numbers in a row to specify a date for this century. Since I don't have much to say about today, I will just jot down what I accomplished during the day.

I began by replacing the drivers' headlight on the civic, then washed a set of wheels for my Jeep. Once my hands were frozen open from being outside, I proceeded to paint the intake manifold for the Plymouth while listening to the Christmas music station on 101.1 FM. In the afternoon I made my way to the storage unit were the Plymouth patiently awaits for it's debut day and connected the drive shaft to the transmission. Since there is no other way to this life but to work, I had to make my way to Super 1 and clean the bread machine. I came across a Christmas reef and zipped tied it to the front of the Chief. To wrap the day, Traci's work had a Christmas meal at the Marcus Whitman so I had to get dressed up in order to have a feast. Oh yeah, when we got home, Traci spoke on the phone with her parents for an hour and twenty-two minutes. "Which is not long enough!" in the words of Traci.

Today was just another day in history.