today

Overslept by 15 minutes or so. Busy day at work. Called plastics vendors for Fluffarium estimates. Preliminary results are encouraging.

Ate pumpkin soup and a cranberry-walnut muffin for lunch, in the little concrete slab park outside the hospital. I crumbled bits of muffin very nearby on the picnic table, and this revealed who the bravest pigeons are, and what their pecking order is. I noticed that they make a very particular sound when they want other pigeons to go away.

"These crumbs are mine.
(*neck poofy* )
(*strut-strutty*)
"Don't make me injure you to remind you of my superioritaah."

ZweiPigeon had accidentally pooped on its own foot, which was pretty gross. I was glad when EinPigeon chased it away, especially because I was eating.

Yeah, I'm waiting for some media to warm up.