I want pictures of Tom jumping up and down on his new Swedish mattress.

I have no idea how the actual pictures will turn out (there will be actual pictures, right?), but in the pictures in my brain he is wearing patterned flannel pj's with little-kid cowboys on rocking horses shooting popguns. And there's a glass of milk and a plate of Oreos on the nightstand.

Or maybe a snifter of brandy, or just some good whiskey. The only thing I'm fussy about is the flannel pj's.

I like JZ's brain.

Some very bad pictures of the very good view from my New Office: [link]

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Plus, I've been moved so far away from all the chatterers and kvetchers in the office that I may never see them again.

but in the pictures in my brain he is wearing patterned flannel pj's with little-kid cowboys on rocking horses shooting popguns.

I read this as "cowboys on rocking horses shooting penguins." With popguns.

You're so awesome, JZ.

I forgot to say, I bet I'm more excited for Scola's new furniture than he is.

Some very bad pictures of the very good view from my New Office:

Very nice.

Plus, I've been moved so far away from all the chatterers and kvetchers in the office that I may never see them again.

God, I'm jealous.

Nice view, brenda! I was being preemptively sad about that fact that my new office probably won't have any windows, when my mother pointed out the true fact that in the Modern World, I should be grateful just to have walls that go all the way to the ceiling.

When do you start your job, Jesse?

Next Monday! And I'm trying to make the most of my last days off -- both lying around and doing fun and useful things.

Awesome!

Can't wait to hear all about it.

Huh. Suddenly we're having a monsoon. Guess I should have taken the dog out when she asked after all.