Well we have had some incidents at work. A few days ago the overnight team lead let some stranger in the building because she said she needs to use the restroom. And then didn't pay attention to anything the stranger was doing.

Then yesterday I went to use the restroom and turned the corner to find a man standing in the women's room pissing into the floor drain. Did I immediately go get a manager? No. My reaction was to say "No! Nope. No.you can not do that you need to go use the urinal in the men's room. ". He didn't seem to speak English. Had he been in the stall I wouldn't have had less of a reaction.

And then this morning when one of the overnight people was taking their last break this morning a man drove his car up next to her. Got out and got he to roll down her window a little bit and then told her she was beautiful and he had been watching her for awhile (!!) and then asked her for sex. I'm not sure exactly how she handled it. I would have been calling 911 and/or honking my horn.

I thought Wonder Boys was good, but the book was funnier.

askye, all of that sounds alarming.

Yesterday I had an unplanned dental appointment. My hygienist is winding down her hours, so I have to make the jump to a different hygienist. This one is much gentler but also not chatty at all. One of the things no one tells you about aging is how your own care providers retire and suddenly you have to figure out new people and new systems.

My spring break started today (well, technically tomorrow, but I don't teach on Fridays anyway.) I do have some grading and cleaning I need to do, but today I felt like I needed rest more, and I'll do the grading and cleaning another day. Now I'm watching Paralympic sled hockey, which is fun. China and Canada currently tied at the end of the second period, in the semifinals. The DJ between periods is terrible -- so far, I've heard the William Tell Overture, MC Hammer, and "Imagine."

“Imagine” is not really sports pump the jam music. My goodness.

And after I posted that, they played "Never Gonna Give You Up" and "Mr. Brightside."

For David:

Casper; is that a muppet singing?? Me: no that’s Tom Waits

One of the things no one tells you about aging is how your own care providers retire and suddenly you have to figure out new people and new systems.

Casper; is that a muppet singing?? Me: no that’s Tom Waits

Ha! Tell her that his own kids call Tom's singing his "Cookie Monster voice."

Hello. Just to report that I'm doing OK as much as one can. Miss being at home with my books. Brought some with me, but it's obviously not the same.