No, I’m not crying. It’s the dilation drops from the eye doctor.
No, really.
Yeah.
No, I’m not crying. It’s the dilation drops from the eye doctor.
No, really.
Yeah.
Far back, in the mists of ancient time, there existed a technology for sharing one’s thoughts, musings, memes, and other nonsense. You may have heard of it, if you’re over 40. The web log, or blog. The [more...]
Wow, what a long, drawn out, confusing weekend that was. It all started last week when I stopped receiving email. Zero. Zip. None at all. I mean, I generally get a few hundred junk mails a day — although last [more...]
Up until about 5pm today, I had a tall redbud tree in front of my house. It shaded my second floor bedroom windows and clattered against them when it was rainy and windy. But this spring, half of the forked trunk [more...]
notes that our finance and HR person can’t count. In her mind, 2 hours off = 10 hours of PTO. Yikes. Time to foment revolution.