“Be sure to check your oil.” My dad was giving me some final words of advice before I left on my trek north. My sister’s boyfriend had told me to do the same thing. I assured them I would. That was more than three weeks back. I remembered to check it (when the engine was…
Do I have a great job or what? I get to play with scissors, stickers, and glue. I get to practice my alphabetical skills. I get to wear jeans to work (yes!). I have a great office chair. I get to listen to… The Goon Show. Every so often as I’m typing up library of…
I answered the phone today. Normally I don’t. At the Myers’, Ken or his wife Kate are there to pick it up. Out in the studio, Ken always gets it or I let the answering machine take a message. It’s more efficient than me jotting something down. At the office in Charlottesville, Jenna, Jeff, Bart,…
Stalin died in agony. I feel pretty bad about that, but there really wasn’t anything I could have done, so at least I don’t have “Oh, man, if only I had…” on my mind. Ken is going to C’ville by himself tomorrow, so I’ll get the office to myself. Woohoo. It was weird because as…
Stalin, my mouse, died today. I won’t go into detail. It wasn’t pleasant for me, and I doubt much of anyone would enjoy reading about it. My last ditch efforts to save him were in vain. When I’d done all I knew to do, I laid him back in his cage. He didn’t move all…