Accidental Poems

I carry a small notepad everywhere with me. I write things in it. Frequently, I then forget what they mean, and they become strange poems whose meanings I cannot decipher.

Kong elevator
10am break - water, book
Spring scent
Kid Rock guilt music
Catfood bg in dock--no cat
Omnifocus leaves
Insufflator word

Ow.

Nothing broken, nothing sprained, but my entire foot and ankle swelled up with a most impressive pattern of bruises. Injured during sparring a while ago, but I just got the pictures back recently. How it was injured, exactly, I'm entirely unsure--didn't even feel it until afterwards.

( Injury Photos )

Yay, Post Office!

I am most pleased to discover that the post office lets one order from all the different patterns online at USPS.com. A $1 "avoid the hassle" fee is certainly worth it, given that it's only one dollar no matter how many stamps you order. And I'm entertained that they have comic book stamps--though I went with the Hershey kiss stamps.

What can I say? Small things like changing postage stamp patterns make me happy. And seasonal things, too.