I have an appointment to look at a car tomorrow. It's the car I want, within my price range, I can pay cash, here's hoping my car shop doesn't find out that it's harboring gremlins in the distributor--if car still have distributors. I feel like my father, the former Army Air Corp mechanic, did when computer bits started showing up in cars.

So, I won my staff a pizza party. I say I won it because the contest was for reported contacts to state legislators to lobby for increased funding and none of the staff told me that they'd made any calls or wrote any post cards or emails. I had done a number of each; I'd like to be able to give my staff more than a 1.5% merit raise. So every location that reported contacts were entered into a drawing. Our location came up. The higher ups want me to tell them when our monthly staff meeting is so we can have it then. We hold those staff meetings at 8:30 am. Much later and I lose the overnight staff.

Nobody wants pizza at that time of day. Hell, I bring baked goods, and half the time I'm the only one that eats any of it.

Maybe I can negotiate for a pizza night for the whole house, including the people who live there, and invite all the off duty staff? I dunno.

Distributors are definitely still around.

I want pizza at 8:30 am. But that is meaningless. The pizza in the evening and invite off duty folk to come in plan sounds pretty good.

Good luck with the car, Connie!

I am home. I read my annual review. It's just like last year's, which is to say positive, but for some reason I'm finding that mildly dispiriting. IDK. Maybe after I meet with my boss and talk about it next week I'll feel better. I turned in the survey without any words describing culture if any sort, I just answered the few questions that I had answers for. Meh.

Have lit candles, including two yahrzeit candles for my late FiL whose yahrzeit I did not observe as properly as I would have liked to, and for omnis because it seems appropriate. Have a glass of wine to hand and sausages sizzling on the stove for dinner. I think I am done with the doing of things for today.

Heard at the store, two young women chatting back and forth.

Girl 1: We need to name our baby.

Girl 2: We're going to feed him to our children, don't name him.

I paused to contemplate the boxed cereals to listen for clarification. They were giggling too hard for clarity, but I heard something about a lizard, so perhaps the baby was a grasshopper. Or the lizard was the baby, and there are large snakes involved.

Connie - that sounds like the sort of conversation Drusilla might have.

Raise two, the rest are food?

Perhaps a role playing game was involved?

-t likes Matt's post

Man, I was up way later than usual, and then this morning I was having a dream where I was arguing with people, so I'm not really convinced I'm awake yet. Let alone functional.