When working regular hours like I am right now, Thursday is the worst day of the week. I habitually short myself on sleep during the week, and by Wednesday it starts to catch up with me. By Thursday I am exhausted.

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/688650.html

The woman I share an office with is the graphic designer and communications director for Port Moody. She's working on putting together an RFP for a project I can't really talk about because, well, the RFP hasn't gone out yet. The "small world" part of this is she was looking up other municipalities that had done similar project and was telling me about one.

"It's this little town in New Jersey - Montclair..."

When I was about 12 or so I read a series of thirteen short stories. The stories themselves didn't stick with me, but the prologue to them did.

The author explained that he had been on a flight from Capetown to Cairo in the 1970's and the plane had stopped for refuelling in Uganda (which was under Idi Amin at the time). On the tarmack, in the hottest part of the afternoon, was a white woman and boy of about twelve. The woman was wearing an elegant evening dress and the boy was wearing a tuxedo.