Ready To Get Home
In the airport today, I saw a fellow browsing Sudoku books. Flipping through them, seemingly evaluating pages as one might check out a writer's style. I thought about going up beside him, looking over his shoulder and saying "Well, that one's trivial," or "Oh, that one."
Last night I had a dream and it had something to do about useless wedding gifts. One thing was a quilted earpiece caddy for eyeglasses -- you slipped it on over the ends of your eyeglasses while leaving your glasses on the counter overnight in a cold climate, thus avoiding that annoying "gee, my eyeglasses are chilly," feeling that ruins so many a cold morning. What's sad is that I know if I pick up a Sky Mall in the plane, I'll see something even more absurd.