Last Day on Earth

When I was in high school this kid told me a story about this time him and some friends were skateboarding around the GO station.  One of the friends ended up in the middle of the road with a car fast approaching.  Just before he was pulled to safety, as he stood staring at a car barreling towards him, he said, "....dry."  My friend joked that that's what he would have put on his tombstone had he not been lucky enough to be saved.  It's always been a favourite one-liner of mine.......dry.

Work is crazy.  It's just me and Ross holding down the front office.  I try to help him with the little things to make his life easier, but I probably end up wasting more of his time trying to help.  I stayed until 6pm tonight and he was going to be there at least an hour longer than me.  With my stop at the bank after work that was pretty much an 11hr day, woof.  Our other coworker has taken leave to take care of his family.  Diagnosis is really really not good.  Prognosis, tbd.  We all have our fingers and toes crossed.

In other news, I've been on a hard-boiled egg kick.  Always keep a half dozen or full dozen in stock in the fridge.  It's an easy snack.  I only eat the whites, I find the yolks to be rather gross.  They're alright in sunny side up or in scrambled, or even deviled, but solo is a no-go.  Especially when you get down to the science of what the yolk really represents.  I've had a few eggs come out of the shell looking rather weird.  These are pre-bite.  Obviously the result of some weird air pockets, but all the same eerie looking.

EGG OUT.