Fun on The Job

It is possible for me to have fun on the job. Honestly.  Take today for example.  Thought about renewing the orange cone blog posts.  Entitled this one Stage Fright.

Then this image made me laugh aloud.  Pretty much sizes up life in the big scheme of things.  Garbage.

Yep, silliness and some smiles today.

July 1

3 mile jaunt this morning following 8 days of sloth. A bit sluggish in my climb but nothing I couldn't overcome.  Presently enjoying coffee and the cross breeze as I sit in my Ikea reading chair. June gloom continues weatherwise. Excellent. In denial knowing the Dodgers won last night. My Gboys were idle. Dodgers won which means they are in 1st place. Giants have imploded and their 9 and 1/2 game lead evaporated. Wouldn't be so bad if it were the Padres or Diamondbacks in first, but its the Dodgers, the frigging Dodgers!!! Great, I've depressed myself. I'll talk about Emma and Cooper instead. That will make me smile. Emma has surprised me and enjoys early A.M. mini excursions out in the hall. In fact Ms. Peculiar leaps out into the hall when I open the door for her.  Cooper, call me Bwana, treks as far as the open window to the fire scape at the end of the hall. He's mesmerized by the vast expanse he sees when he looks out the window. He won't go any farther. Nearly had a stroke when a bird flew by. Dashing back down the hall meowing in terror. Emma's sojourns are more nuanced. Slow and precise steps. However,  the other day she went down the stairs. Alas, a neighbor exited her apartment, which startled Emma, who froze momentarily and then became airborne in her desire to return to the safety of our apartment. Looked as though a large grey and white presto log had been haphazardly chucked in the air and then bounced to a stop. Quite a site to behold. Took her a couple of hours to come out from beneath the bed. Each has enjoyed the sights and sounds of the hall whilst I've read my emails and enjoyed my coffee this morning. Both explorers are now sound asleep. Cooper under the bed. Emma, curled up atop the scratcher. Don't tell anyone but she's a catnip addict. The scratcher is riddled with it. In fact as her pusher I need to buy a new one today. Along with more cat food and litter. PETCO here I come.