good, bad, ugly -- you get to decide which is which.

An inadvertent big hair day: Today's been rainy, and the weather's trying to psyche out my yard, which has totally decided it's spring in all this mild weather, by turning frigid. Or mmmaybe what it-meaning-the-weather is really concentrating on is my hair, which. There's a Roadrunner cartoon out there where Wile E. Coyote is hanging from a rope, and one by one individual strands of rope break off with a sproing-y sound until Wile E. is literally hanging by a thread, and then he isn't, if you catch my drift, and all you see after he falls out of frame is the sproing-y rope, all curled and unkempt and the latest instrument of Wile E.'s downfall. That's what happened to my hair today; there was sproing-ing all over the place, long tendrils of hair taking the most unexpected shapes.

An embarrassing-yet-pleasing conversation with the VP: "Okay, I know this guy's a qualified carpenter, but did you see that he wrote he'd been to prison for cruelty to animals? We're not going to hire some freak of a cat-killer, and for your future reference, we never will."

An equally embarrassing confession: Do you know that I've never in my days had the courage to go to someone and ask them for a raise? It is because I know that there are worse answers to the question am I really not worth more than this? than a simple no, and I live in fear of hearing them. But faced with the prospect of working every Saturday for the foreseeable future just to pay my bills, I girded my proverbial loins and spoke up this week. Do you know, it turns out that the answer to the question am I really not worth more than this? is now that you mention it, I guess you are worth more, at that. In other words, I asked for a raise and got it. Can you believe that?