Conventional Wisdom

Ugh, NOT my finest hour right here. Yeah, I got off the elevator at the wrong floor, and just getting back on wasn’t an option because… well… it was Sunday morning. Nuff said. So, yeah, lots of walking ensued. And lots of grunting and silent cursing at the universe.

(Historical Notes: Now THIS is a theme that will be revisited a number of times over coming updates, stay tuned for that.  I’ll add, though, that I didn’t even have the excuse of dropped off at the front on Friday and not seeing where the car was actually parked.  That HAS happened and is at least a but understandable, but this was just me straight up spacing out.)