I put stickers on my phone goons' monitor reports, to dress them up a little and make them sparkle if they're good. As one of the four sisters was leaving, I noticed that she was wearing the sticker on her forehead. That made me smile.
Fresh cubed pineapple makes a very good breakfast.
Non-monogrammed Earth equivalents of the butterbug do not make a healthful addition to a good breakfast. Seems that a local had wandered in under the crack in the door, and decided that my computer repair toolkit case (lying under a clutter of papers) made a really great bughouse. When I decided today to declutter some while waiting for mail to load on this thing (Allegra is a steady little computer, but slow), I disrupted it. There was scuttering. There was shrieking. There was marching over to the wastebasket with the toolkit case and doing some firm dumping. Bug went into wastebasket. Screwdriver went into wastebasket. Screwdriver was gingerly fished out. Bag was marched down to the dumpster post-haste, with live butterbug still inside. It will enjoy its new home far more until trash day.
The bag of flour that has been sitting on the counter awaiting putting away like forever? Finally put away. Hooray for Doing Stuff.
Was interrupted by a call from some bill collectors. They were looking for a certain disagreeable ex-roommate who has made himself singularly hard for his creditors to find. I do not think that he was counting on me being very cooperative with the bill collector, looking for his mom's number (I do not have it anymore, alas), and telling the lady what to Google on. And gee, guess what she found? Current contact info.
Moral to this story? Do not piss me off, or I will assist the oncoming Karma. (However, when your presence is a joy to me, I will do my best to bring joy into your life too.)
I am not scheduled back at work until Thursday.