In my mind, that's how it's spelled. My mind is a weird place.

I actually have nothing to say, but I'm typing anyhow. (Typical of me.)

I'm feeling diet-virtuous today. I had chikin for lunch and chikin for supper. Granted, the first was Mongolian Chicken from Pei Wei's (the lower-cost, faster service version of P.F.Chang's) and the supper was 5-Spice Asian Chicken (from a magazine recipe).

Still. I could have eaten something worse. (Ed. - You mean like the three bowls of potato chips and the seven chocolates you ate between meals?) (Me - Shaddup.)

We're having a hailstorm. When they installed the covered parking, it seemed like a good idea but some days I do wish they'd found something besides corregated aluminum for manufacturing material.

The beginning of the storm was interesting.

Bonk! Pause.... Bonk! Bonk! Pause.... Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tattattattat.

Then it rained, too, for about two minutes. Now the sky out east is pitch-black.

Must be tornado season again, huh?

Today I worked for about five hours. Bernie should be glad that my work ethic is stronger than my spite-gene. If I were more spiteful and less-ethical, I'd have only worked on the project during the hours he's actually paying me...and it would not have gotten done on time.

I'm not that person, though.

I didn't quite finish all the changes but, assuming I haven't introduced any major weirdnesses into the navigation code, I should be able to finish in half a day tomorrow.

I'm not at all sure he deserves me.

In other news, Doors Open Denver was fabulous this weekend. We had wonderful weather on Saturday. I enjoyed being docent for the model railroad group although I remain a bit bitter that I was do busy docenting that I never got to see the trains. Snif.

When you're volunteering at an event, people always assume you're Somebody. At the least, they assume you're Somebody with knowledge. Since the other five docents (those who were assigned to Union Station itself, where I was just supposed to docent the one exhibit) chose to linger outside in the glorious spring weather, it fell to me to chat with all the folks who wanted to know more about the building, the history, and the on-going preservation.

I did my research beforehand, but not on Union Station. In self-defense, I used my minutes of freedom here and there to read the historical display in the building and then to memorize a few salient facts from the history pamphlet that far too few copies of were available. (There's something wrong with that sentence, isn't there?)

Still. I thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

It's lovely to chat with folks roaming around timidly inside of buildings they'd never normally think of entering, or being allowed to enter. I

t was fun to talk with all the older folks who remember Union Station from 'way back when. It was fun to talk with the people who hadn't seen the model railroad display for years, and listen to them rave over how much it had been expanded.

It was fun to see the children's shining faces going into, and coming out of, the train room.

They need volunteers every year. You don't have to Be Somebody. I'm not Somebody.

You get a free t-shirt. And a meal coupon.