Salma Hayak's Not the Only One

What bizarre creatures people are, so often ignoring the opportunities before them in favor of wishing for something safely out of reach. Ugh! Humans! I don't understand them.

If that doesn't qualify me for a job in HR, I'd like to know what does.

It was Sara's last day today. We had a going-away happy hour for her, and because I completely failed to take even one picture of the event, here instead is a picture of raccoon footprints on top of the refrigerator.

That's pretty much how the happy hour was, only without the raccoon or the cat food. Or the fridge. And in a bar, rather than, you know, my kitchen. Also there were some people there. But otherwise, pretty much just like that.

Sara sent out a farewell email to several friends and coworkers thanking everyone and saying what a pleasure it's been to work with everyone; you know, standard fare for such emails, except that her closing was "Live fully." And I sat there at my desk and thought about that and felt very sad for a while.

But the great cycle continues unbroken, as evidenced by the exciting news that fellow breaker J will be bringing a new little breakling into the world. No wonder she hasn't been drinking her martinis!

So here's to taking advantage of the opportunities before you, and to new beginnings. I think I'll go to bed.