Tonight - mac drama program at afterschool then Yankee game with friends and family.

Saturday - I am hoping for the lowest key Saturday possible - possibly trips to McDs, library, playground and grocery store - all within 5 blocks of home. laundry.

Sunday - church, trip to closing Children's Place store to find bargains, mac to uncles for video games, me possibly going to Y.

eek - ita makes me want to fly out and hug her, right after pulling mac to me and never letting go.

My weekend started last night. Wheee.

I'm running errands today, and maybe later this weekend I'll go visit my new niece.

Let it be said that I have one that I'm not sharing

I've also resisted sharing a recent news report from Northern California that was profoundly fucked up with the bad humanity.

Maybe we need to scour the interpipe for stories of human kindness, honor and bravery.

Maybe we need to scour the interpipe for stories of human kindness, honor and bravery.

And kittens!!

OK, we probably can't consense on that....

I have written 10 pages of documentation today. I could write one more section and update another with information a supervisor sent yesterday, but I don't know if I can bear it.

So far I haven't found any good stories about "human kindness, honor and bravery," but I did decide not to post a Michael Savage quote....

This one is sort of sad, but has a good ending:

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Lewis Hurshman, 80, was freezing, seriously dehydrated and unable to move when police found him lying on the floor of his small south-end apartment on Thursday afternoon.

He had been there for four days.

Mr. Hurshman would likely still be lying on that floor if it hadn’t been for Jennifer Clarke, a waitress at Gatsby’s restaurant on Spring Garden Road. She called police when Mr. Hurshman failed to show up for his daily glasses of beer.

"Every day he has two Alpines," said the 26-year-old, who recently graduated from Mount Saint Vincent University. According to Ms. Clarke, Mr. Hurshman’s routine had become somewhat legendary at Gatsby’s. Every morning at exactly 11 a.m., he would stroll through the door, sit down at the bar and order his drink in a chilled glass. Clutching the beer in one hand and the television remote in the other, he would spend the next three hours watching CNN and chatting with the staff.

"He’s always very interested in us and what’s going on in our lives," said Ms. Clarke, adding that "Lew" was the first person she served when she began working at the restaurant a year ago.

Because he lives alone and has no immediate family in the area, she said the employees at the restaurant have become like Mr. Hurshman’s surrogate family.

His pattern never varies, which is why Ms. Clarke was shocked when she arrived for her first shift of the week on Thursday morning and Mr. Hurshman was not there to greet her. In fact, no one remembered seeing him all week. Someone had phoned his house on Wednesday to check on him, but they had gotten a busy signal.

Growing increasingly concerned, Ms. Clarke tried calling him herself and was also greeted with the busy tone. That’s when she sensed that something was seriously wrong and immediately called police.

"About an hour later, a police officer came in looking for me, pretty much saying, ‘Thank goodness you called us,’ " she said. "I started to cry right away."

Mr. Hurshman was rushed to hospital, where he remains in fair condition.

"If she hadn’t called, it’s very likely he would have died," Const. Carr said. "She, in all likelihood, saved his life."

I deleted my Horrible Human story link upthread. Sorry to pull it in here.

I'm in a horrid mood today.

Good job, Jennifer Clarke!

Humanity 1, Despair 0!