I haven't written in close to a week, but considering I just got off a 12 hour shift (due to the next shift officer's following of the old service industry tradition, "If they get mad at me being late, then I'll just stop showing up at all.") I tried to write something at work but all I came up was this fine single axiomatic sentence: Life will be the death of me yet.

I do have a Today's captured fragment of perception. A couple walking side-by-side down the side alley street beside my building, both talking on cell phones. A snippet from the woman was about catching a bus to the Border.