I was sitting next to Trader Joe's Queen Monitor today, which was fun. She's always a riot. She wound up swapping booths with the girl who'd originally been sitting next to me (the Big-Eyed Monitor Chick, someone I haven't worked with much) so the Big-Eyed Monitor Chick could sit next to her friend. I've embarked on a campaign to help level up Trader Joe's Queen Monitor's self-esteem about her computer skills, and incidentally also her computer skills, and when she said that she was the least computer-literate person ever, I retaliated with the (possibly apocryphal?) story of the man who carpeted over his cablemodem because the thing was ugly.
Darkside wasn't in when I called, but his mother said hello and wanted to know what was up with me. Sadly, there wasn't very much I could tell her about what was going on, because so much of what's going on right now is far too esoteric for the parents of certain bondmates. I could tell her about work, though, so I did.
Now, it's back to bed with me, for a much-needed nap.