Monday. I've observed, on a couple of occasions recently, a pedestrian walking along the sidewalk ahead of me seeing a meter maid writing a parking ticket in the distance and, noticing a car nearby with an expired meter, going over and feeding it. A stranger's car, but no big deal, the car owner never knowing they'd missed a bullet. I may have to try it myself one day just to see if it gives me a rush.
A walk down to breakfast this morning feeling pretty good. Ran some 13" x 19" prints for Mr. R, who got the company package along with the rest of my group, wandered back later around noon to have a bagel at Noah's, then a coffee at a cafe near the theater, watched The Bourne Ultimatum because I haven't been to a movie in too long and I'd crapped out of going to see this very movie with Mr. E and Mr. H on Friday.
It was a bit like watching a video game, the players tracked on various screens by the CIA using whiz-bang gizmos that don't exist, but may one day exist, I suppose; the logic of the piece suspect, but a good movie and worth the effort. If the CIA had a tenth of the ability demonstrated in this movie, the 9/11 attackers would have been identified and secretly aborted before they were ever born. Then again, if the CIA had even a tenth of the abilities demonstrated in this movie, half of us would have been “disappeared” long ago.