City Living

Two vingnettes from this morning:

1. I saw my first syringe on the trail in the park while out running. It had a cap over the actual needle, but it was still disconcerting.

2. On the way to Metro I see this vision ahead of me: dark plaid capri pants, white T-shirt, black beret, pudgy. It's turned such that I can't see the face, but I'm thinking to myself, "That has got to be one ugly woman." Get up closer, pass it on the way into the Metro and sure enough, it was ugly, but not a woman. 'Twas a guy, complete with two day beard stubble. *snicker* Not exactly a fashion plate.

Done! *stumble* Well, mostly!

Just as the chorus of angels was finishing up their heralds about my finally finishing a memo on a partcularly thorny and ugly topic (that got slowed up by other things, not to mention the grand jury service), a program guy came in and handed me the hard copy of another memo, different issue, on the same program, with a short turn around time. Oy.