Well, Charley, I would love to do that but the job wouldn't get done. Not the office job but the renovation/redecorating job. Wakana and I spent this weekend prepping and painting the new place. The landlord came in and worked on cutting out large chunks of concrete where the rusting re-bar was showing through the ceiling.

Back when we first looked at the place I got my truck stuck in the driveway. When I told Gordon about that he was truly puzzled. This weekend he went to look at it and saw what had happened. The neighbor had graded his yard and put in new soil. Tropical Storm Tingting had washed it all into Gordon's driveway in time for me to get stuckin it. Gordon and his son shoveled out over 100 five gallon buckets of wet red mud so we could get into the house.

Today I go off to fight with the utility company bureacracies to get the utilities hooked up to the house. Then it's back up the hill to keep painting. If I am going to live in this place I want it clean and neat for at least the first ten minutes before it gets comfortable.

This morning in the office we had a pot luck breakfast. I brought in donuts. Wakana had rallied her strength and made rice balls, wasabi, shrimp, sour plum, and salmon. I was carrying in the donuts and rice balls when I tripped on the curb and fell. The donuts were crushed under the weight of the plate but the plate was undamaged. I cannot make the same claim. My knee is scraped and the little finger on the right hand was scraped raw with hunks of skin hanging off of it. I came in and grabbed the office first aid kit. So this morning I was reintroduced to the joys of iodine on open wounds. My fingernail is dark red and may be turning black soon. I may have to drill a hole in it to release the pressure. Sigh, it's just one damn thing after another.