The dive downward into the murk started out as a bolt for freedom, but elation rapidly faded as the water quality degraded and light dimmed with every inch of travel. Soap was the dominant theme of the stagnant soup, along with bleach that seared delicate gills with every breath. But strength had returned with air once again an option, and the fish drove with increasing power through the murk, hoping for fresh water.

Distance brought no trace of change, nor any current at all, which was even more weird. The mystery was solved . . .

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Monday it was 97 degrees out and we were groaning that the car's a/c unit was slow to get going after lunch. One short plane ride and a quick nap later, and this is the scene out the office window. I should probably be all friggin' upset and cranky, but somehow I'm not. Things are damn fine, regardless of the weather, and not just because the bosstypes sent us home at noon and may well tell us to stay home tomorrow if the snow piles up to the 1'+ that's forecast.

Fwiw, that's the Denver Police Mounted Patrol stables, with the interior of my workplace reflected all ghostlike in the window.

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[Resurfaces, looks around] OK, what's been going on?

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The complex had many small, outdoor hot tubs dotted about the place for use by the residents, one of them along a second-floor walkway a few steps from Ivy's back door. This pleased me a great deal.

Back in the party, Dawn and I chatted amiably and shared a grilled cheese sandwich. . . .

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It's Venn Diagram time!!

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Cow abductions? What cow? Where? These people are chapping my noodle in a special way, them and their no-cow cow abduction pictures. Feh.

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Forgot I'd snapped this photo during the recent Seattle outing. (The only one I took, I think.)

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