As Long As They're Not Painting Snowflakes

I present to you the wonderful art of Ann Arbor.

Completely unrelated, I've been at a new job since Monday. It's not new new - I'm still working for the same people, but on a special project in a different office. It is at a warehouse that is closing, so I'm in a tiny office surrounded on three sides by large empty garage and random conference rooms and the very few people who still actually work here. We have windows that look out into the garages, and the temperature is kept cold enough that I constantly wear a coat, my version of a coat, in order to keep from freezing. I'm not actually sure yet who I'm working for or what I'm doing. Still, how bad can it be at a place where they give me free food and let me take whatever time off I want? I'm expecting an interesting next month.

Yes, I am breaking one of my own initial rules and writing about Real Things, in fact, writing about them in a way that would be recognizable to the general public as something more significant than whatever random thing I've found that day. At the moment, I care not. It's nearly July, I will only be working here another month, I have a few trips to look forward to, a few days off, and just finished a surprisingly good potluck lunch meeting new people here and hanging out with others I used to work with. And for the first time in ages, I woke up easy and alert instead of having to drag myself out of bed at the fifth "snooze" of the alarm. It's a rare sometimes, but I can be a morning person on occasion.

Today is a good day.