I thought yesterday was Thursday.

I thought yesterday was Thursday. It was your typical mid-week gaffe.

But lately I’ve been spending a lot of time at work, or thinking about work (on my off days), and the day of the week doesn’t really matter anymore. I should have figured out I was wrong if I turned on a TV, but now that I have TiVo, the time of day and day of the week are meaningless (I’m always a few days out of sync with what is on TV). My last ditch indicator, the clock on my computers, shows the time of day and not the date or day, unless you mouseover it and wait, which I never do.

So I thought it was Thursday all day yesterday, and today I leaped out of bed feeling great, because it was Friday. And just now, looking at an email header, I realized I was off.


With Garden.com now gone, and

With Garden.com now gone, and the recent rash of dot com failures, there must be thousands of homeless aeron chairs. These chairs desperately need homes. If there were ever a cause I could get behind, this would be it. I’d like to be the Sally Struthers for these poor homeless aeron chairs, and welcome them into my home. Won’t you please help? Won’t you please give? Pets.com, MotherNature.com, Furniture.com, and Garden.com, please contact me and let me help.

Death and lightbulbs

I finally broke down and headed for the hardware store. In some stroke of Murphy's Law brilliance, the lights in the kitchen (2 of them) burned out within hours of each other, first one then the other. It was a week ago, and I'd had enough of doing dishes in the darkness.
I was walking up Cole and I could hear the faint sound of a siren. That might normally be a troubling sound, but in San Francisco, the block after block of Victorian houses create a system of canyons that carry and amplify loud sounds. If you hang around a residential street in the city, you're bound to hear a siren's wail near or far (if it's any consolation, it's usually a fire or medical vehicle instead of police cars).
As I began crossing Page street, I casually glanced up and saw flashing blue and red lights approaching in the distance. "A good 5 or 6 blocks away" I thought, to ease any anxiety I felt. My brain suddenly perked up when noticed the speed they were growing larger and louder. I finished crossing the street and froze, as I saw a late model sports car, fly through one four-way stop after another, and zip across the very place I was standing a few seconds earlier. The police car was a good couple hundred yards behind, but gaining.
As the two cars zoomed past, I couldn't help but think of the tremendous amount of destruction they possessed. High speed chase. Narrow, crowded streets. Busy Sunday afternoon. Innocent bystanders. Injuries. Lives changed in an instant, and forever. Death. Broken dreams.
A moment passed. Then I resumed walking, and thought about how I was going to hug Kay extra long when I got home.

After looking at this for

After looking at this for the millionth time this week, I just have to say one thing.


Can we get this over with soon? I’ve had a knot in my stomach since Tuesday that shows no sign of going away. Everyone seems to be stressed about this too. It’ll be nice when it’s over, regardless of how it turns out.