he’s feeling a bit deflated.
god, my job is weird.
quackin’ ’bout the weather
NOT Duck meets local meteorologist, Jeremy Reiner from Channel 7. Very nice guy. When I told him about the ducks adventures with the rich and/or famous, he feared he was not in their league. I assured him that he is.
the bench
Tonight Parker discovered the bench that we keep in the hall. It’s been there almost since we moved in, so I don’t know why he’s never really noticed it before. He spent a while nosing around in our bags and coats, and then just sat there proudly, reveling in his new domain.
water bubbles
when I got up this morning, my water glass was full of bubbles. there are often a few, but today Doug and I both noticed that there were a lot of them and we wondered if there was some change in pressure. Because we wonder about stuff.
the peanut gallery
in case you’ve ever wondered what 25 cubic feet of packing peanuts looks like, courtesy of one of my coworkers.
boot prints
I like the prints that my boots leave in the snow. I don’t know why there aren’t more shoes for adults that have fun patterns in the sole. 
cry wolf
anyone who knows me knows that I am insane for wolves. Always have been, even before they got trendy. So when I heard about this educational group, Wolf Talk, I immediately booked them for a monthly Critter Day at work. This one, I told everyone, is for me. I have been doing this program for 8 or 9 years, and by god, this one’s for me and me alone and if the visitors like it, well that’s nice too. (as it turned out, they loved it. so, win-win.)
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clearly I didn’t take this picture, but it’s still worth sharing:
clearly I didn’t take this picture, but it’s still worth sharing:
sad snack
As happens in most workplaces, occasionally people leave food in the break room for general consumption–leftover sandwiches from a meeting, some cookies, that sort of thing. This morning there was this very pathetic little offering: a small unappetizing orange or similar, and a creepy stained glass cookie that’s probably at least a month old. 
Usually, break room offerings are snatched up almost immediately. This plate was there for hours…
got pants?
No. No in fact we do not have pants. I just got back from the annual No Pants Subway Ride. I expect you’ll be able to read about it on Boston.com later today.
and if you need proof that I was involved…
the irresistible Winnie
those of you who know her know it’s true. those of you who don’t will just have to take our word for it. you can’t help being enthralled.