Eclipse. I finished the third "Twilight" book. It was my least favorite of the three so far. The most action and suspense, but also the most cheese. And I mean the Velveeta variety, not the yummy expensive stuff with sundried tomato in it that you spread on crackers using tiny knives at holiday parties. Maybe I should stick to books my own age, I feel a bit like a bully fifth grader shoving a kindergartner on the playground. But all my eye rolling aside, there is something I find irresistible and addicting about the series, as I stay up late reading just one more chapter. Here's hoping for a good ending in book four.
So that explains it. I try to maintain a general understanding of what DH does for a living, but when it comes to specifics, things start to get fuzzy. I remember his first job out of college, he pushed a button repeatedly and noted what happened when he did. Totally got that. But since then, his technical explanations have gotten more complex, causing my eyes to glaze over while my head nods automatically and I try to remember when was the last time I changed the oil in my car. Lucky for me, since he started on the new project, it's back to basics.
His coworker (from a previous project): "So are you still working overtime?"
Coworker: "What is it that you are doing for the project?"
DH: "I sit at my desk and think. Hard. And sometimes I write stuff down."
Now why can't I ever get that explanation?