Wuss doesn't seem to have an opinion on the subject. Spiders are for chasing across the floor and eating. Anything else is some of that crap we talked about yesterday.

Another day at work. The town was half empty with the Martin Luther King holiday, so I was able to park on the street across from the building when I got in at seven. Walked over to the cafe, had breakfast and read the paper. I'd rather have taken the day off, if only to show respect for Reverend King. But I didn't. A long day verging on the surreal. I have no way to describe it and probably wouldn't if I could. It's rather like working in a building filled with little islands of people, none of them really talking with one another and although that sounds right to me, I'm wondering how much or how little of the picture I understand. The five blindfolded people who touch an elephant and then are asked to describe what the animal looks like. One person describes the trunk, one the tail, one the great big leathery ears. (I know, some of them have smaller ears and who knows whether or not they're leathery? Not I.) That may well be my problem, a small cog in a larger office in a company with many offices. So I'll stick with Surreal, Dumbo's sister.