There To Care
Wednesday. A bit tired today, but the roof of the mouth and the sinuses and the teeth and the head and the gums have been reasonably civilized this week. A change in the weather? The season? The move to a cheaper beverage? Hard to say, but I'm home an hour early and I'm thinking of taking a nap.
We could both use a nap.
The rest of the Reilly, Ace of Spies series arrived yesterday and I watched a couple of the episodes off the 2nd DVD in the series. Nice, but I'm realizing you can OD on DVD, even on Reilly. Still, he's fencing with the British, the Germans and the French and sleeping with a Russian Countess, not necessarily in order of importance, mixing it up in the middle of a big bucks competition to see who will build Russia a new modern navy; the Japanese having sunk the Russian fleet some years back with Reilly aiding and abetting the project in Port Arthur. I'll watch the third and last episode on the 2nd DVD this evening and start the next episode on the 3rd DVD tomorrow. Difficult, making all these decisions in the space of an evening, here in Oakland. (I know. I shouldn't link to the damned thing until I've done something with it. I have an approach in mind, but it requires quitting the day job and you know what they say about that.)
I have no idea what kind of bird that may be at the top. You can view it in context if you click on the Sole Proprietor's Journal logo below it. Living as I do next to an urban bird sanctuary, one would think I'd have a basic birder's book around that depicts the more common species - the bird up above has a lot of brothers and sisters in the area - if only to identify the world travelers, when they arrive, so I could get a leg up on the Avian Bird Flu Lottery we're running at the office. The person who picks the day closest to the day the Avian Bird Flu arrives gets a family sized box of Tamiflu tablets.
That's probably not funny.
Gallows humor, good before the fact; after the fact, who's there to care?