Page Three of Sheldon

The third page is up. No crashes, no bugs, no glitches, no nuthin'.

I am crazy ass tired. OLA and a full weekend of classes rolled right into a Monday of missed bus connections, long waits, tardiness for work, where I found a giant pile of loose files and charts that I could not humanly finish—oh, and volunteering at TLP. Y'ever see a children's library after the weekend? Like the little tykes had staged the blitz. Three volunteers including myself systematically sorted the loot and the pillage.

Afterwards, I missed the 4:07 to downtown PDX, meaning an extra 30 minute wait until the next bus (coulda been worse; coulda been an hour.) This afforded me the sight of a passenger pulled off another bus and taken to detox. Sober innocent victim told the officer that the unsober perp offered to shove a broomstick up his common denominator. An hour and a half later, I hurried from my stop through the downpour to grab Arleen's car and rush to pick up Owen at daycare. When I got there, I saw Jenn in our car pulling out of the daycare driveway, Owen snugly in his car seat.

The one day I forget to take my cell phone....