Didn’t go to work today. The Asylum’s semi-annual meeting with “upper management” was today. I felt like I needed to go. It was a waste of time – my cynicism was dialed up to “MAX”.
Around noon it was warm enough to do some work in the “garden”. And, I took some pictures with Shamu 2.
I am starting to have trouble coming up with “names”. This weekend I couldn’t remember the name of a guy named “Bill”. And this afternoon – looking right at a fennel plant – I couldn’t come up with fennel to save my life. Should I be worried. And, if I am worried – what should I worry about?