I was moved to a new floor today to cover "overflow" in case anyone needs me. No one does. There is absolutely no work for me to do and almost no one on the floor, except for a woman around the corner who has a picture-collage of different Greyhound-doggies. She rescues Greyhounds from racetracks after they retire. We've been talking about Greyhounds for the last half-an-hour. She knows a helluvalot about Greyhounds.

She looks exactly like a Greyhound.
It's the little things that keep me going.