My cousin swung through last night with questions about missing outlook folders... aaaaaaaaand he brought two of his kids. Yup, they were blessed to see the hovel that Cousin J lived in. I threw them my tablet to distract them from the squalor, and peppered them with tales from the CEH, my robot, and my tablet. Damn cousin should have warned me and I could maybe have picked up the joint.

Grr...

Though the kids were sufficiently to highly impressed at the crap I do when I am not at work or in bar. Hmm. Good!