Apparently I have a “repair aura” this morning.
I “fixed” the fax machine with my presence… I merely walked by, giving it a look and it clicked on, dutifully sending pages to assorted points around the world…perhaps it was afraid of getting some of what the router in the other room got once I was through with it. Don’t make me get all “Office Space / Bolton” on your booty, Mr. Fax.
Elusively skulking from workstation to workstation, the Scotto-yeti wanders into the underbrush of into the server-room, to be sure all is well in his electrical glade and plasti-formed work grotto.
The other nearby fauna are often nearby, and show little to no fear of wandering into our quiet ursine anthropoid’s foraging zone. Amongst them are any number of beasties, ranging from the pleasanty quiet and unassuming V-mouse to the loud, peevish clucking of a Rhode Island hen, scratching at the the gound and generally making a mess. Fortunately the buttergnome and the pebble-kicking wombat are occupied elsewhere lately. I wonder what it’d take to bring a little red monkee into the grotto?

Rhode Island was in a mean mindset today… clucking and barking at everyone. I think she’s annoyed that big kahuna is back in town, so she’s not as big a fish in the pond anymore. (how many animal cliches can I fit in one sentence?) She made Newbie cry at one point, and it seems like all of the hens were in prime noise making form. Being home tonight is a blessing… quiet, and no meanies or petty stuff happening. There’s something in the air outside, and I’m perfectly happy to be walled up like Fortunato in a catacomb, gibbering about a cask of Amontillado. (as long as Ol’ Newt and my Sweetie come to visit now and again.)