Went downstairs this morning and found a FOR RENT sign on the front door. Very curious as to who is moving out, but even more curious about who could move in. Suddenly had quick flash of 'perfect neighbor' moving in. They'd drop by to say hi, and I'd borrow flour from them, and they'd buzz me to let them in when they forgot their keys; oh what good times we'd have! ...In reality though it'll probably be some 73 year old woman who smells like old National Geographics and has 14 cats. Will definitely have to keep an open ear on the new neighbor front.

So this afternoon I was on my way home from lunch and was in a hurry to get back to work, and got into revolving door without bothering to notice that (gasp!) there was a 6 year old in my little quarter of the revolving door with me. I looked down at him and waved and said, "Hey," and he looked up and waved and went, "Hi," and the next thing I knew we were outside and his mother was yelling at him. Evidently he was amused to no end with going around and around in the revolving door. Ah, how I miss the days when that was enough to amuse me too. Now it takes web sites that run Flash and cable that includes 3 HBOs. As Steve Martin says after Woody Harrleson calls his Wacky Weekend Weathman, "not wacky enough," and, "too intellectual,": "Maybe it's too intellectual for you because you were raised with a banana and an innertube." Perhaps if I too were raised like that I'd actually have a decent sized imagination, rather than the one I have now which is the size of like...God knows, Mickey Rooney or something. Mmm, I should go to sleep. Maybe more sleep will equal more brain cells which will equal better imagination. Later.