Day: August 3, 2020

Time Is Fleeting. Madness Takes Its Toll…

Great Frigga’s Hairpins!  The human female is actually up on campus in her office today!  First full day here in eons.

It’s all very surreal.  Rooms 318, 319, and 302 are all torn up.  All the plants and animals from 302 are in room 325.  There is an anonymous half-person hanging out of the ceiling in room 313 doing who knows what.

I made sure that the huge generator-mobile thingy is parked right under her window, so even though it’s “quiet” in the building with most people still working from home, it’s plenty loud.  Especially with the various bangings and clangings that are going on.  That should help with her headache, don’t you think?

Everything looks strange in the office, doesn’t it?  Does she really have this much stuff?  What is all this junk?  She’s picking up bits of paper and putting them down again, trying to make some connection with the distant past that was her life Before and her life Now.

Well, looky here.  This is how her desk calendar was left.


Otherwise known as the last day anything made sense.

Contrast with the date on  the To-Do list she’s brought with her today.


Note items 9, 10, 11, and 12.  Preparations are afoot for the annual Dead Cat Ballet!  But since almost no Dead Things were used in the spring semester, the shipment is going to be much smaller this year, only 900 pounds or so.  Mostly piglets and kidneys.  Many, many piglets, and many, many kidneys.

Perhaps we shall call it the Porcine Parts Parade this year…

And now, for the finishing touch on today, I think I’ll have one of the contractors park a big diesel truck outside, right next to the air intake for the building.  Ah, yes, there it is!  The office now has the distinct air of eau de exhaust. 

No migraine medicine is proof against that.

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