it's sunny, but it's not warm outside. i made this discovery only after i'd arranged my lunch on the rickety table and set myself up with the intention to eat and read. a cool stiff wind blew in fits and starts that made this both impractical and unpleasant. such is the lure of sun. anything is better than the lunchroom in the basement of the building which is meatlocker cold all the time.
as i pulled out my frozen chili i smile in vague amusement at the crudely handwritten notes on both the freezer and the fridge. the message advises people to wash their hands BEFORE they open either. Since there's no convenient soap dispenser and seldom dish soap handy i wonder what our notewriter expects us all to do? run back upstairs expressly just to obey his or her bidding? my wish is hat we all wash our hands often and that's really the best that all of us including he/she can hope for. a liberal use of hand sanitizer might not hurt.