Tuesday in Las Vegas

Shortly after arriving at work this morning my iced coffee missed my mouth and went all over the shirt that Mary had just finished washing and ironing. As I tried to get over that insult my iPod Shuffle lost its charge and I’ve been without my musical accompaniment ever since (it should be ready to go in time for my afternoon break). As I started my lunch I remembered that I forgot to exchange last week’s issue of TIME for the current one that arrived in yesterday’s mail. My supervisor made a special—and rare—trip to my cubicle to inform me that last February I missed two steps on a DOCK entry. The reader can perhaps understand the trepidation that’s building in my mind toward the rest of the day. I need some R&R and its coming just in the nick of time. Mary and I are leaving Friday on a road trip to Lincoln to see her family. It’s been quite a while since we’ve done that much driving, but the Prius’ marvelous mileage in addition to circumventing airport security is creating a welcome adventure. So, I need to make it through the next two-and-a-half days without further incident. What was that ripping sound I just heard as I was bending over?