View From the Bushes

My wife left me last night. She and my oldest daughter are off to visit her brother at Cornell, leaving me with the three youngest. I've already assumed something of a siege mentality. I'm hoarding food, rationing water and on the verge of declaring martial law. There's a fair amount of scientific evidence which leads me to believe that the youngest might not suffer any permanent mental anquish from being kept in her crib all weekend. And you've got to admit that's a lot less stress then allowing her to wander around and use permanent marker on every available surface under two feet.

One of my co-workers had their last day today. Quite a few people decided to take him to lunch on last time -- so many people that I decided not to go. As I was sitting at work, my boss text messaged me from the restuarant and told me that it was my responsibility to do something to this guy's cube before he left. Initially, as I looked around his cube, I didn't have any idea what to do, but as I looked at all of the boxs he had already packed with books, magazines and computer crap, it hit me. I'll just unpack everything. In the process, I took special care to separate the contents of each box as much as possible so that he couldn't just pick up a pile of stuff and dump it back into a box. I was particularly proud of the idea of stuffing all of the loose paper I found into his mini-fridge.

In any event, I have to leave in a few minutes and go to his farewell party. I won't be able to stay very long because I'm due back at the front by 6:30. My sister (who's watching them right now) called and she's suffered heavy casualties and is demanding I send reinforcements.

Carpe Diem Quam Minimum Credula Postero
Ross