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loyal blood As I drove home from work morning fog transformed the sun into a white disc, but by the time I reached my house it had resumed its true appearance in the sky. I wish that I could describe it better, but for those few moments, the sky had a truly alien feel to it. Even though it was odd, I still found it to be pleasing. It feels good to be reading something funny again. Of course a good dose of dark humor is always appreciated and Postcards by E. Annie Proulx is what I needed. Kelly and Mike made my Saturday at work entertaining. It started with Kelly coming into work with a hangover. Now none of this bothereed me, but I am sure that it bothered Kelly as Mike pointed out to me later in the day. He subtly held up the waste basket that was sitting next to her desk and showed me that it was missing a plastic liner. It had one when I had left in the morning. Then I casually said to him that he should get a small bucket to place in front her beanie baby on her monitor. Apparently this sounded like a good idea, because he gets out of his chair and says that he can make a barf bag for the stuffed tiger and he did.
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