It's certainly good to be free of blogger. I wanted to log in to my site just now...and MT let me log right in. Blogger always made me beg.

So...what's new in Urban Adventures these days?

Well, not much. I was worried that Blanket-Head Guy was sick or something, I hadn't seen him in days, but he was there this morning, outside Starbucks. $1 I'm still a touch worried about BaGiMan, though. I haven't seen him in a week. But I've added a new face to the crowd. Meet the MoonMan. He's standing on a street corner with a sign, "Sick of Bush, Moving to the Moon." He explained to me that he's moving to the moon so he can be President for a while. I gave him a dollar toward his moving expenses.

Whatever, okay? I don't give as much to charity as I should. At least this way, 100% of my donation goes directly to the needy. (From their literature, the Food Bank, to whom I just sent a check, spend 85% of the donations on the needy. I'm hoping that's true.)

Oddly enough, I've noticed that they seem less comfortable getting money from someone they've come to recognize than they are panhandling total strangers.

In theory, Buehler is taking the day off. That means he only spent a couple of hours in the office and he only has three conference calls this afternoon. I told him...you need some boundaries, so it's easier to tell when you're working and when you're not.

I'm celebrating a Boss-Free Day by working twice as hard.

Bossyboots and I are, at least temporarily, getting along better. We're both making an effort. (It it a sign of prejudice that when I learned he's a Libertarian, swing-dancing, red-neck, I started cutting him the sort of slash* slack you should cut the mentally deranged?)

The Tweeneybopper has been making her usual full-voiced phone calls, fighting with her family. Yesterday it was, if my overhearing isn't at fault, about a gas leak she has in her car. I'm struggling with asking her, when I really do not want to hear the whole story, and worrying that because she's 20 and not too bright, she's driving around in a car that actually, you know, is leaking gas in some way.

Not much else on the work front. Sassy and the Mad Doctor are driving Buehler nuts this week, but at least that means they're leaving me alone. Since I discovered yesterday that I'd dropped a Major Ball on one of my projects, I needed the time to start picking up the pieces. Fortunately, today I discovered that said droppage was less to do with something I should actually have done than it was in keeping track of what other people were doing. Which probably doesn't make much sense to you but it means that the droppage was only about 10% as bad as I thought it was yesterday.

At the moment, I'm drinking my breakfast (no, not bourbon, it's a fat-free yogurt smoothie with far more calories in it than it should have) and wondering how come I always seem to wind up being hungry for breakfast at 12:30.

Could have something to do with those venti lattes and thick slices of pumpkin bread I get from Starbucks every morning, I guess.

* Slash + Bossyboots = Yuck