It's 1:00 and time for lunch, dum de dum de dum dum...

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as my head beats down on the seat of the bench, it feels so good when I stop.

A mixed metaphor, perhaps, but at least it scans.

I've been up since roughly 6, when both dogs went out for their post-breakfast romp. Since I had to be out the door pretty early anyway, I just stayed up. Even took the kid to school, since I was up a little early. Then I realized I didn't have my cell phone with me, so I headed halfway back home until, you guessed it, the phone rang. Bloody multiple coat pockets.

We left my office at 8:30 for a 9:45 proceeding in Rochester. As soon as we got there, it was clear it needed to be postponed. It was. We were back by 11. If not for the Timmy Ho's stop on the way back we might have made it there and back in barely two hours, a triumph to nothing happening.

Soon, I'll be doing a grocery run and picking up Emily from one after-school thing or other. I'm still driving Eleanor's truck until my side-view mirror can be glued back on, and one advantage is, from a bit up higher you see more. The better to make fun of it, my dears:

* Coming back from Eleanor's glove appointment yesterday, I spotted a sign I've likely been by 100 times before but hadn't really appreciated, for something called Atlas Self-Storage. Lest there be any doubt, the logo was of the Big Guy holding up the world on his shoulders. It got me wondering, why would someone want to use a storage business where the owner will try any trick to get rid of what you entrusted to him?

* A bit past that, we drove into the office park on the way to Wegmans. First up, a sign for Key Private Banking: If it's private, why do they put up a sign?

* A block down on the left, another investment place: Janney Montgomery Scott. It was painful not reaching for the phone, calling in, and saying to them, "Capn, my poor 401K bairns are pushed down to the limit, if you convert them into the bond market any further they'ull BLOW!"

* (And this one wasn't observed from the truck but from the passenger seat of my co-worker's car almost all the way into Rachacha): A vehicle stuck in a snowbank from the recent days' squalls. Nothing unusual there. But a HEARSE? Plus, it had one of those red tags the troopers put on abandoned cars on interstate shoulders to warn them that if they don't move the car they'll be towed. "Ummmm, I'm not sure they're quite ready to carry out that particular threat on THIS one...."

Yes, I'm like this all the time. Just ask the missus.