Strange times are upon us, bwana. The most excitement we've had at the office happened this afternoon. To set the scene: our building has a parking lot, and then past our parking lot on an elevation is another parking lot, for folks to stroll the nearby marina. Seems that some nitwit in a pickup truck hit the gas coming out of the higher parking lot, then lost control so that the truck sailed the short distance between the two parking lots - tres General Lee - and then collided with a few parked cars in the lower lot. Including a new BMW 745i. Ye gods. I went out to survey the damage and heaved a sigh of relief when I saw that my beloved Altima was nowhere near the wreckage.

My life, such as it is, is summarily hectic beyond belief. It should be if you're taking a v/o class, a singing class, and 2 Java programming classes like I am. Am I a glutton for punishment or what? I'm learning stuff, having a swell time, but equilibrium seems very distant at the present. This also has to do with the unfortunate accident a coworker had - hairline fractures of ribs and sternum - which has left her at a limited capacity to do work over the past few weeks. I picked up a lot of the slack in the first two weeks, and it kicked the living shit out of me. Only now is the workload starting to taper off ever so slightly, and the prospect of a manageable inbox of tasks doesn't seem so dim. My sister and nephew arrive from Washington state tomorrow to spend a week with us - us being me, mom, other sister, brother-in-law, and cousin (who's moved up from SoCal to live with us and take community college classes, much like I'm doing - except she's 10 years younger and seemingly indefatigable). So in the next week, it'll be lots of work (job and school-wise), lots of people at home, little peace and quiet. Pass the Valium.

Goodnight, Warren. Goodnight, Johnny. Goodnight, John. We'll see ya.