It is Saturday. It is raining. We are working. I put together 40-some-odd of these today:
The boss bought lunch at one of the nearby greasy spoons. The stuff on the walls is the best part of the place. I enjoyed this plaque:
Seems apropos. I think I have a cardboard cut. Also I got rear-ended this morning. Been here 15 minutes and some college kid, a cocky boy from Missouri in a dirty old pickup truck, has already forgot to use his brakes.
I’m fine. The car’s fine. I choose to not think of it as an omen.
