Hungry Ghost's Daily Diet (TM)

Reductions Yes, I'm reduced to posting from work, with my office door closed and furtively writing short little messages...

Problems with the OS on my home computer. V. Annoying now as can't check work e-mail from home and be super-efficient. In some ways, this is probably a good thing as now will be cut off from the work environment.

However, I shall try and revive little Solo II once I have some time.

Run, Crawl, Sit: On Sunday, no phone calls - just pre-arranged plans. A run in Stanley Park to take advantage of the sunshine filtering delicately through the remaining leaves.

"A slow, and I mean slow run!", MB said menacingly, "You do not have leadership qualities! You shall follow!"

So I did. Plod, plod, plod. Up hill, down hill, along trail, left, right, left, up hill, down hill, etc etc etc.

Then a lunch of rice, beans, tortillas, eggs, and sausages at Havana on Commercial drive before heading over to the Culture Crawl to see LB's studio, and other works of art. Some lovely Red, blue and yellow panels. I covet them.

I also got into trouble and will have to retire the phrase bony fingers for good. There were some metal sculptures of crows there with metallic, wiry claws. MB pointed out the crows to me, I looked at their wiry claws, looked down at MB's fingers and quickly looked away. Alas, not quickly enough, for there was a spasmodic twitch, and a growl, "You're in trouble now! Beware of passing buses!". So from now on, no more comment about bony fingers.

Then to the T-dance after a quick break for a power-nap. There we sat, didn't drink tea nor dance, and watched awful movies on the wall. It was a subdued crowd, then MP's BF TR came by and in the process of greeting me, poured beer over me. A sign to go home I rather fear - by then, was pretty much dead to the world what with all the running and crawling previously.

"You're such a klutz! Not even your beer, and you have it poured over you!"

Viruses! Monday, a quick lunch with PJ who is feeling rather porely. Poor thing. He snuffled over the table and I backed away quickly. He wanted soup and some attention, I gave him soup and little attention. Then back to work where the shark was still sick and coughing around the office. Not only the shark, but Gazelle is also sick! And WD and Bossmen. All these sick people - did they not get their flu shot? Tsk. Now, my office door is closed, I'm spraying all surfaces with virkron (3%) and generally putting autoclave bags over people before I allow them near me.

I shall have to take a day off from these sick people and make pineapple jam I rather fear. Perhaps even provide some solace to Mr. Craig in QoS. Oooh. Don't he look dour in the picture below?