Today there was a station at work giving out cotton candy and sno-kones, apparently for no reason. OK, it looked like the Windows Live team sponsored it, but that's not exactly a reason. When I went over to get lunch, there were tables set up outside the cafeteria in the sun, and there was a portable music setup which the usual outdoor diners were enjoying. I got some green cotton candy. Hadn't had that in the likes of 16 or 17 years, either.
So anyway. On Sunday, D and I didn't do much, besides recuperate. I read a little more in A Deepness in the Sky (which it's starting to feel like I will never finish, since I seem to be approaching the end asymptotically). In the evening we were going to go out for dinner and a movie, but settled for frozen pizza and a Netflix DVD. We watched Lost in Translation. This movie baffled me. Where was the plot? What was the point? This movie even showed up on a recent list of "50 must-see films". I'm probably some kind of philistine.