I had some kind of weird dreams last night, starting out in a video arcade-slash-hotel (where I think my wallet was stolen), and then having a conversation of sorts with my grandfather. I think it might have been going to the funeral home last night, which as it happens was the same one where we waked both of my father’s parents in 2005. (Separately, in March and October. And I was shocked, when I went to double-check that against the blog, that it was five whole years ago.) It wasn’t a particularly sad dream, but it was pretty odd.
Meanwhile, they conducted something called “elevator recall tests” at work today, and I have absolutely no idea what that is supposed to mean. They announced it by saying they would be testing the building’s fire alarms, which is something they do, like, every seven seconds where I work, but I guess they changed their minds midway through. Whatever. Aside from that, it was a pretty quiet day at the office. Our e-mail server seems to be clawing its way back to life, and I managed to finish proofing those PowerPoint slides I was working on yesterday.
Pretty much just your typical Tuesday.
I did take this short video on my way home this evening, mostly because the car I was in emptied out and I didn’t feel too weird pointing my camera at the train’s window. This is the view from the dirty windows of the Long Island Railroad, between Merrilon Avenue and Mineloa. Enjoy.