Picking Up Shiny Things

I actually worked my arse off today at my job... What's that about? Then, of course, home to the real job. It is too cold to move. 18 or some such absurd temperature tonight. Damn! Am I in Tibet? I am so glad I don't have to work tomorrow. The Square is a morgue on cold days. I need a hot toddy... whatever the #*$@# that is.