I went to the post office today, to check the Supercon PO Box and buy some stamps. While I was there I helped some clearly confused guy buy stamps from the machine. I can't tell if it was out of the desire to be helpful or just to get him out of my way. Either way he got his stamps I got mine, and $15 in dollar coins. Nothing like a pocket full of jingling dollars to make your day good.

Also Plate-o-Meat for lunch. Which was as usuall fantastic.

Last night I saw my brother. He was in town for an interview. I can hope he gets the job. Then he and my folks will move up here. (they're retired and want to be near the grandkids) That'd be swell. I'd like a chance to see my family more than three times a year.