Day; Russian Photos?

When I woke up this morning, I felt tired and icky. As though on top of the lingering tummy problems, I was now trying to get a cold or have a relapse of the sinus infection.

Going to work was not what I wanted to do. But I did.

It was holiday party time at the office. Cookies and cakes and candies and crackers and chicken and turkey and strange dips and strange foundue pots giving off strange smells. Plates of celery sticks, carrots, olives, pickles, spicy peppers. Fudge squares. Lemon bars. Crescent rolls. Biscuits. Bread.

I had some coke and sampled a few cookies, but that was it. And the cookies may have been a mistake - too rich for my current system.

By the way, I spent part of the morning again changing references to our corporate identity. I'm certain this is the fifth time I've changed the references.

At noon, I drove up the frontage road and had lunch at one of the chain restaurants that dot the landscape. Atlantic salmon, yellow rice and zucchini. Most excellent. I didn't think it would bother me, and I don't think it did.

And I got to watch a cute pair of guys at the bar. One was very tall and wore glasses; the other was short and had the start of a beard. And the short guy appeared young enough that when he requested a beer, the server had to ask for an id. But he looked older to me.

The afternoon dragged. And I wanted to go home. I felt tired and grumpy and depressed. At 3:30, people began to leave, so I joined them. On the way home, the severe depression hit again and lasted until I got home and went to bed.

Around five the felines woke me so I could give them din din. And I noticed I felt better. And as the evening has progressed I've noticed some additional improvement.

Now I'm sitting here with a white and black kitty demanding to have her ears scratched. "What a nice kitty you are. Would you like to get down? You're a pretty kitty kat. What are you doing? No, no dear, don't scratch daddy."

I have yet to find any images of rain that suit my fancy. It's one of those cases: I'm not sure what I'm searching for, but I'll know it when I see it.

In searching for images, I found a photo of a man name Rain. I visited the site and discovered a set of about 15 photos of people. No text, no web page; just photos. The photos were taken outdoors in a city street or square. But I have no idea where or when. The site has "edu" and "ru" domains indicating a university in Russia. But that does not prove the photos are Russian in origin.

I wonder who these people are. And who was the photographer? Were they all friends of the photographer? I guess this is akin to someone who finds a box of old photos in a flea market. And begins to wonder about the people and their connection.

PAX!