Change Is Good -- Unless It Isn't

I'm jaded, I'm not surprised by much, and I've been around the block a few times, but I discovered yesterday that even I can be shocked out of my ennui. I was watching this thing yesterday on the History channel about the so-called 9/11 Conspiracy. Whoa! I had no idea there were so many loopy theories floating about -- or so many young turks standing by to refute them on a second's notice. It does make you wonder.

Today's my last day at my old job, about which I have mixed emotions. Granted, I was in a rut and certainly not keeping up with the rising COL but it had become my comfort zone. My boss is in a bit of a dither and it won't surprise me at all if he tries to convince me to call my new boss and try to move up my start date. I'm not going to do it, though. We've enjoyed a great rapport over the years and I feel bad (a little) about leaving him in a lurch, but I am also mindful that he was going to leave me in one with no compunctions for the sake of his pocketbook. Meanwhile, I have a bunch of personal stuff to box up and take home this afternoon. I don't think I'll keep so many personal items in my next office; less can definitely be more.

I don't know what Internet access I'll have at my new job, but I'll let you know tomorrow. I'm going to have a bad case of withdrawal if I find that I can't blog and so forth from work. Like everything else, I'll deal with it, though.

I had one of those Twilight Zone things happen this morning. I got up as usual, came downstairs, and opened the front door to get the paper -- which wasn't there. I looked under the chairs, on the sidewalk, and in the bushes. There was no paper in sight, so I just figured the carrier was running late. Since I didn't have a paper, I got on the computer and read my e-mail. When I was finished, I sat down on the couch to finish my coffee, first reaching over to move some papers to the floor. I naturally assumed it was yesterday's paper -- until I noticed the dateline. It was today's paper. When the spouse got up, I asked him if he had gotten up early, brought in the paper, and then went back to bed. He said no. Therefore, it's a complete mystery to me how the paper, unrolled and sans rubber band, ended up on my couch. Total Twilight Zone.

It's a good day to play with a few Words Gone Wild, don't you think?

bussniess - The enterprise of bussing restaurant tables.

I never thought I'd see this again after its initial appearance on the PublishAmerica messageboard, but here it is, printed in red, no less: I was confussed

In its original incarnation, the definition decided upon was, a head injury caused by falling books.

these site-ings - Little baby Web sites.

Dogs can sence spirital pressence - I'm not sure what it is, but I'll bet the dogs are smart enough to run away from it.

when something bad happens, you prey - Some bad advice to, when your life sucks, go out and commit crimes.

returnign - German for "no returns."

repettition - A process for reanimating deceased pets.

reguardless - Once again, there's no one watching the inmates.

controlling our boarders - Riding herd on the tenants.

complement her on her work - My work makes hers look better.