Everything that Hasn't Happened During the DNC. And I Sleep Kung Fu.
So, according to the Regional Transportation District, the mysterious white powder found on a train at Lincoln Station was simply baking soda. The train operator is fine. Also, there was a local gang shoot-out at Nine Mile Station, and they closed down that line last night until they could find the shooter; I don't think anyone was injured. The report of an extremely large group of people getting off at the Oxford Station turned out to be a large group of Englewood police officers, and not protesters (though why people would think any protesters would come all the way out here, I can't fathom). Lastly, the actual protesters have been mild-mannered this year, and so far have not caused that much of a ruckus.
Of course, my dear A has been mandated to work today and tomorrow; he went in at 4pm, and I haven't heard any news yet. Mostly what I hear is that the crowds are smaller than RTD expected because all the townies are staying to work from home, have taken the week off, or are simply AWOL.
In other news, some kind of beastie has been stalking the north side of our back yard. I found scat there that definitely didn't come from either of my boys, and every time I let them outside in the daylight they go over to check out that corner of the yard. A says he saw a coyote one night last week while he was walking home from the train station. I suppose it could be the coyote, except the scat wasn't full of fur; my money is on a fox. I've heard a new red fox cry the past few nights, it's definitely a different fox than the fox I usually hear. Just another reason not to let my boys out unsupervised during dusk. I never leave them out alone at night. Right now they're sleeping off the heat.
Also, I have apparently injured myself while I slept last night. I awoke this morning with a sore right elbow and shoulder, like I'd pulled them out of socket just a little bit. Just leave it to me to be doing somnambulent kung fu.
Sonny seems to be maniacally laughing to himself, I better go see what he's up to.
Of course, my dear A has been mandated to work today and tomorrow; he went in at 4pm, and I haven't heard any news yet. Mostly what I hear is that the crowds are smaller than RTD expected because all the townies are staying to work from home, have taken the week off, or are simply AWOL.
In other news, some kind of beastie has been stalking the north side of our back yard. I found scat there that definitely didn't come from either of my boys, and every time I let them outside in the daylight they go over to check out that corner of the yard. A says he saw a coyote one night last week while he was walking home from the train station. I suppose it could be the coyote, except the scat wasn't full of fur; my money is on a fox. I've heard a new red fox cry the past few nights, it's definitely a different fox than the fox I usually hear. Just another reason not to let my boys out unsupervised during dusk. I never leave them out alone at night. Right now they're sleeping off the heat.
Also, I have apparently injured myself while I slept last night. I awoke this morning with a sore right elbow and shoulder, like I'd pulled them out of socket just a little bit. Just leave it to me to be doing somnambulent kung fu.
Sonny seems to be maniacally laughing to himself, I better go see what he's up to.