Fractured Friday

Why is it that the last twelve eleven minutes of the Friday workday fall into some time/space distortion and last ten times as long as they should?

It's made worse, of course, by getting a call from general counsel (from his home phone, no less) with a very interesting "hypothetical" he needs me to confirm without giving me any details.

I love, love, love that Amazon lets me manage my Kindle content from one unified screen on their website. The books on the actual device are sorted into specific categories, but based on my own wacky way of thinking and organizing. Every so often, you just need to see a plain list of what you own.

No idea what I'm going to do tonight. There is a free concert I'd like to wander by, but don't want to go alone and don't have the energy to phone a friend. I should clean, but if I go home and sit still long enough, the urge will pass. I do, however, need to go to the hardware store and buy a toilet seat.

Italian beef and barley soup for the crockpot tomorrow. A bit behind schedule on that, but it will provide nice lunches for next week. In contrast to my flat, the office is freezing. Hot lunches are welcome.

Pretty much every street in this city has at least one orange cone in the middle of it, many for no discernible reason. Maybe I'll spend the weekend going out and taking pictures of them.  Sidenote: one of the funniest comment threads I've ever read was on a racing bulletin board after Paul Tracy hit a cone during (I think) the Burke Airport ChampCar race about ten years ago, and the cone stayed stuck under the front wing of the car for several laps. The entire thread dealt with the aftermath of the horrific "cone-age" and pleas for "cone rights". Hilarious.

Speaking of racing, the IndyCars, along with about four support series (they need the propping up) are at the Mile this weekend, meaning home will be noisy. The schedule has the track in use from 7:30 a.m. to 8:30 p.m. today and tomorrow, and Sunday from 7:30 until whenever the main feature ends in the late afternoon. Not a fan of IndyCar, but it is nice to have the track in use - the oldest continuously operating race track in the country (it may be in the world, but I'm too lazy to look it up right now),

My eleven minutes is well up, and I'm out of here.