Simon goes to St. Jude with me sometimes on the weekend. We “work” in my office, we have lunch at the cafeteria, and we look at the sights. It gets us out of the house, and I hope it gives him perspective on what Dad does and why he does it.
Simon was hard at work at his table a few nights ago, banging out repeated notes on an old musical instrument from when he was a baby, a xylophone/celeste combo thing (with a really out of tune sixth scale degree that has always bothered me, but let’s move on.)
I finally upgraded to OS X 10.10 on my trusty work MacBook Air, after sticking with 10.8 because I’m just too busy and dependent on my laptop to do without it for the upgrade.
I get a lot of cold calls. Today I heard a voicemail from someone with whom I’ve never spoken at a consulting firm I’ve never heard of wanting to tell all about the “race horses” they have available at their firm.
Whenever I walk down this hallway, I always think “Alert Lobster.”
