"Puppet wrangler? There weren't any puppets in this movie!" – Crow T. Robot
I had a dentist appointment this morning. No cavities, teeth look good, I go back at the start of March.
After that, it was just a quiet day at home. The weather’s supposed to get hotter by the weekend, but today was nice, at times almost with a hint of autumn in the air. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted it to be autumn quite this much.
I go back to the office tomorrow, then work from home on Friday, then enjoy a three-day weekend.
“The Sweetest Tooth” by Camphor (mp3)
No video, alas.
I went into the office today, since my boss gave us the option of using Friday as our work-from-home day this week, to get an early start to the Labor Day weekend. I wasn’t going to pass that opportunity up, even if it was raining when I left the house. It wasn’t raining by the time I reached the city.
I’m actually off tomorrow, partly for a dentist appointment first thing in the morning, partly because I didn’t much feel like going in for half a day after that.
Oh, and I have no idea what the signs in the photo above mean. They were servicing the vending machines in the office today, and, for a short while, I guess that make H2O-minding necessary.
“Beautiful” by Storm Large
There were times when today seemed like some kind of Monday Bingo, checking off only the most cliched characteristics of everybody’s least favorite day.
A lousy night’s sleep? Check. An over-crowded subway train? Check. Buckets of rain? Check and check. Oh, and a brand-new pair of pants that I bought just this past Saturday snagged on the arm of my desk chair, just as I got to the office, and ripped quite badly.
Still, it wasn’t such a terrible day. The pants might be fixable, and the rain quit in time for me to grab some lunch, and really, I’ve been on worse subway trains than this. And a phone conversation with a pair of authors — one in Finland, the other in Minnesota — went well, despite a brief technical hiccup.
But still, Monday always seems so determined to prove that it is Monday, that every bad thing you’ve ever heard about it is true. Sometimes I just wish it wouldn’t bother.