Almost time to go home from work, in between project stuff, so to kill 10 minutes, an errant thought:
Ever get confused as to what season it is? Winter instead of summer, and that sort. It is barely 80 degrees here, and it feels like 70. In August? In Alabama?? It’s like October outside! Someone has signed a pact with the devil. Glad it was somebody else, and not me.
And maybe later on I’ll give a background of myself, a my-life-in-one-paragraph sort of thing, just so I can say I introduced myself and all. But not here, I’m working. . .