Gonna wait til the midnight hour.

The curse of being a night owl used to be no one to share it with. Now it feels a little crowded here in the living room.

Just call me Bing Crosby.

Today is the day before the day before christmas. I have spent a great deal of the last few months, (or maybe decades) thinking that perhaps the world was a place full of assholes. States exhibit A: Me. To lessen this feeling, there is always watching the news around christmas time. There's always a great story about someone giving all their time and money to those less fortunate. This will often temporarily suspend my pessimism.

Today someone gave 1 million dollars to the people made homeless by the huge apartment fire in Burnsville. That's $17,500 per household. Then there was a story about a woman who has put together an organization to make homemade cookies for soldiers abroad. (She has now added hand knitted hats and cast covers for wounded soldiers traveling to germany)

Thanks everybody for letting me hang out and watch you be good at this "human being" thing.

If only I had a crime to commit.

Oral surgery has made me look like a who just in time for christmas. And pain has made me kinda grinchy.

Lunch breaks

This picture is a city street in the middle of Mankato's residential area. Note the complete lack of houses. This is, perhaps, the greatest place in the world to eat your lame drive-thru lunch on your way back to work. Thank you Jim Mankato or whoever planned this town.