Watching the light at the end of the tunnel
My fervent wish: that my co-workers realize that summer is here, and that they should start their vacations posthaste. As a corollary, imagine how much quieter things would be in my office.
Not that it matters. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and it doesn’t involve a freight train (or a bus). From now until whenever, my bus fare is paid with “tickets” which have to be counted as having value (unlike the monthly unlimited pass system). No detours. No “let’s go hang out downtown for an hour or two before going home”. Not my style, anyhow.
Still waiting for my cheap coaxial cable from the States, and my pension fund report. The two are peripherally related, but I’m just anxious to receive what is due before my summer starts. You know, better antennas and a plan for the future. Maybe they’ll both arrive, tomorrow.
Does anyone else buy the same magazine twice? I feel silly when I rush home with the latest issue of whatever, and find that it pairs with a duplicate copy, purchased a couple of weeks ago. Has my short-term memory started to go already? Perhaps I can pass the extra on to someone else, spurring a new hobby. The magazine shops don’t seem to be interested in taking returns on things that have a best before date on them.
The whole “God Particle” furor has me confused. I should dig out those reruns of TBBT and see if Sheldon and Leonard can put it in context.
