Two calls from the school in less than thirty days, I suspect we're angling for a record. Who needs sleep anyway ( Read more... )

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons. - T.S. Eliot ( Read more... )

I think the greatest invention known to man is mints infused with caffeine. No coffee breathe. No having to worry about balancing cup and breakfast and work. No dumping coffee down the front of your blouse one hour into the night ( Read more... )

Sharon Morill, the one that got away. Well, one of the ones that got away, but I remember Sharon the most often ( Read more... )

The Cunard Line, of QE2 fame, which sails out of Boston Harbor four times a year, has a service by which loved ones can book passage for deceased family member who wished to be buried at sea. For the cost-cautious murderer, here in Boston it seems to be more efficient to just stuff the bodies in a few 39 gallon trash bags and toss them in the ( Read more... )

In my office there’s a bulletin board in plain sight. On it are the cases that remain unsolved, the ones that got away, if you will. I never forget that they’re there. They don’t intimidate me or make me uneasy in any way. They’re simply a reminder. And when I have a down moment or need something to keep me busy, I pick one up and re-evaluate ( Read more... )

I'm slowly recovering. Work helps although there are people who would say that I shouldn't bury myself in it. I respectfully disagree.

OOC: This is set from the Cast Off story that I wrote with Gil.