my mind is at once tired and abuzz.

let's see if i can remember the weird stuff.

in-fighting at our branch: some want the underlings (me) to rearrange some collections in the absence of she who made them the way they are now. nick repeated over and over, much to my delight and laughter, "we have to move 'em before the return of caddy." i wonder if katy knows how much fun we're having at her expense.

right before that exchange, i'd walked in to the workroom to use the bathroom (just to wash up, since i never pee). on my way to that door, i hear leslie talking about "jumping on the funeral pyre." uhhhhh-huh. as i exit, she says something about "hiring a hitman to off susan's husband." i give her bug eyes and a goofy smile and complain that it was disconcerting to hear about so much plotting and death in between taking care of business.

it didn't rain tues, though there was a mysterious invisible mist. jim and i ran through our exercise regimen in about an hour again (4:50 to 5:50/6:00). my ass hurts from all those track workouts i did. we took a breather at the northwest corner of the kinesiology building to do some stretchies and yoga. once finished, i was eager to take off. jim saved me from revealing to the grass and cement gods what a total fool i am with a friendly reminder to pick up my keys.

early on in the run (or maybe it was during the second circuit), we encountered a largey group of people headed to the parking lot west of manzanita hall. i happened to recognize elizabeth w. among them, though i had to call out her name several times before one of her companions gave her the nudge to pay attention to me. yeah, we didn't really stop to talk. "been a long (time/while/whatever), hasn't it?" zoom.

the drive home was uneventful, except for an unusual number of cop cars (three, i think ... i actually forgot) and the intersection of nordhoff and canoga. an amazing smell wafted in and enveloped me as i turned that corner. it was like vanilla pudding and very exciting.

all-american rejects "happy endings," "the last song"