squirrels drift past my window There is a crazy gray
squirrel I see outside my bathroom
window every afternoon, devouring
maple keys (when I was a kid we called them "
helicopters", for the way they spin when they fall). He stands on one branch and reaches like a little
monkey for a bunch of maple keys on another, flimsier, branch.
Mortality. One of the
packing clerks died this week. He had complained of
headache and
dizziness, so one of the other fellows in the
shipping department brought him to the
hospital after the shift ended at 3PM. Turns out his headache was caused by an
aneurysm, he went into a
coma, they
pulled the plug on his
life support late yesterday. His
funeral is Saturday. I worked with him for a year when I first hired on here; he spoke very little English, a little
shy, but a
hard worker and always had a
friendly nod and a
smile ready. He was 53. I blame
alcohol and
tobacco.
All you need is a dollar and a dream. Lunch was a
buffalo chicken sandwich and a
Killian's at
The Pub with K-. She was on vacation in the
Bahamas last week. She says
Eddie Murphy has an island there, right by
Nassau. Must be nice, to have your very own
private island in the
Caribbean. I will never know, unless maybe I hit tomorrow's $100M
lottery drawing. I don't think I would buy an island, even if I did win $100M, though.
Organizing Principles. I'm starting to accumulate a small pile of assorted
notes to myself,
correspondence that needs attention,
receipts to file, etc. Tonight looks good for a
filing party. I'm a bit torn, though: Last night I made quite a bit of progress in
The Rape of the A*P*E*, it's very entertaining, so what I really
feel like doing is reading, not filing...
When in doubt, node. So, instead of filing or reading, I finished noding the county-level government of the 50 states of
The United States of America.