There's something about this time of year which just sucks the blogging ambition out of a bastard. Perhaps it's that May may be the most beautiful month of the year in these parts- the trees being festooned with blossoms, and the temperatures being optimal- none of that summer humidity has thickened the air yet. At any rate, it's hard to keep one's mind on suitable blog topics. Today was particularly non-conducive to blogging. I was too lazy to prepare lunch for myself, so I hit the Yonkers location of the famous Pepe's Pizza and got one of their storied white clam pizzas. I was in such a good mood, I asked the pizzaolo if he'd plate up a slice so the charmer behind me in line (she was getting a salad to take back to her office) could try the place's signature dish. I, myself, dined in a local park, while jealous geese eyed my perfectly-crisp crusts with their covetous avian eyes. Sorry, no feeding the wildlife, or you'll have a lot to anser for.
When I finally got on my way to work, I heard one of my all-time favorite songs on the radi-adi-o:
Getting to work, I whizzed through the preliminaries of the job and, when I had all of my ducks in a row the former site-director (who gave notice and will be leaving for a more conventional office job in a week) asked me to meet a couple of very charming women who are bringing a group to our site next week. I gave them a basic tour of the site and introduced them to Moses. After the tour, I gave them a local restaurant recommendation and bid them adieu.
Coming back to the office, I found that our shop manager, a caring, generous gentleman from the South of France, had given me and the guys in my department a bag of mini-muffins. Merci, ami! I had found out earlier that he had offered a retirement package to Moses, who is about fifteen years old. He was willing to take Moses home so he could ease into the life of a housecat (Moses has been spending a lot of time in the offices lately, mooching treats and hanging out). The general staff consensus is that Moses should stay- he's had a storied career as a mouser, and all of the attention he receives from his two-legged co-workers is crucial to his well-being.
The evening was so nice, I spent quite a bit of time outside, with side trips to my office to post blog comments and to fire off an e-mail to the head of my department about some necessary smoke detector maintenance (the filters need a cleaning, and I believe the alarm company has to send a technician to do that). Overall, I've had little time to compose a more substantial blog post, but this is May, after all, so I don't feel bad about blog-slacking.