Thursday

The stars lined up and produced one good result today: Yesterday, I had lost one of my new, very expensive dry-fit gloves and had had no luck finding it. Late today, the office cleaning lady turned it in to our office manager (whom I had queried about it earlier in the day). I must have dropped it while coming/going/getting in/getting out of/from/to my car.

Some ad on the radio today said that there are 12K laptops lost at airports everyday. Surely that can't be true. Can it?

I was just flipping channels and caught the first couple of minutes of Private Practice on ABC. The scene was between one of the lead actresses who plays a doctor, and one of her female employees who was admitting that she was hooking to pay school bills. The employee wanted the doc to check out some of her hooker girlfriends who had attended a high-end party last weekend in Dubai and maybe had picked up some STD's. The doc was in full character not to be judgmental of the employee's action. And the Left Coast wonders why the righteous right clings to religion and guns.

Saw one story where the Big O wasn't headed back to France for the D-Day memorial because he didn't want to offend the Germans. And where ASU wasn't going to give him an honorary degree at their commencement since he hadn't done anything yet. (Of course, ND's visionaries are still making their visionary arguments. I get the impression that they actually believe their own arguments.)

The market is closed tomorrow for Good Friday. Unfortunately, Criterium will be quite agnostic-ly celebrating at the Salt Mines.

There's a reason authors shouldn't write when the mind is fried.

BCOT