Weirdness in the local men’s restroom at the office today:

• six shiny pennies arranged in a perfect circular pattern with a radius of about one inch around the flush-pipe apparatus of one of the urinals. well-to-do hobo signs? New symbols of the Larry Craig variety?
• An 18 inch high monolith constructed of wet ass-gaskets and brown paper towels built on the windowsill near the sinks. I guess it got started by some rainwater dripping in from the partially cracked window this morning, but someone took the initiative to actually shape this accident into an ersatz papier-mache monument.

Anyway, these strange things presented me with something to think about (besides the complete prickishness of the White House declaring Monday Child Health Day 2007, then spending this morning vetoing the SCHIP program expansion bill) while I researched shipping dates that haven’t been posting in the financial system of record.

Otherwise, things have been better today – I’ve been in kind of a funk the last couple of weeks (seems that I don’t only get the morning sickness, but the postpartum as well, exascerbated by a bunch of other things). Hopefully this trend will continue, I kind of hate being a stressed out, emotional wreck. Particularly, since I generally don’t display human emotion at all.

Oh, and right now, it looks like I probably won’t need surgery to put my wrist back together; unless I hear from the doctor (who was going to run my images past another doc in the practice for another opinion, but we’re pretty sure nothing will come of it) this week, I’m basically just casted for another few weeks, and should heal up reasonably well without any other intervention…

…Which is good; though I guess I won’t be having a cyborg Katee Sackhoff as my insane eternal nemesis any time soon.

Damn.