Now that Pray-Hoyt is full of activity, the "walls" have ears: I can hear everything (phone conversations, laughter, a mtg down the hall).
"Bring out your J!" On Sesame Street, some muppet shouts this up and down the block qua Monty Python. More grim than cute-funny. #fb
Correcting the maths in this checkbook registry. #uhoh
Band dir., whose speakerphonic announcements carry plainly through my dorm-office window: "Now we're seeing a lot of rigid marching." #emu
If I have to set up (i.e., score clothes and furniture for) one more Webkinz...
Kiddo breaks into song after lunch: "Don't worry about my syllabus." Revising lyrics now.#fb
So what if the compliment was in reply to "You can't even taste the brown spots on these here grapes. See? [Eats a particularly putrid one]"
Nice on the Thursday of this Home-w/-Kiddo Week to hear, "Daddy, you're true."
After a bad sync between Thunderbird and Google Contacts, the address book is now a great twisted pile of disharmony.