Well well well. It was most unexpected that nothing happened at work bad at all. I think Chairlady Mao's Sasha Baron Cohen style Dictatorship works. I think "Our glorious leader" (as I call her at work, she does not "get" my sense of humour, but they have a right giggle in the kitchen, in won's westwon, anyway), I think my bosses style works. It was quite busy or just quiet, for the most part dreamy, reading Marcus Aurelius' Mediations.
Apart from a brief look at ancient Mayan glyphs, I have no experience reading pictographic languages, but that evening I noticed the rice invoice and was able to at least (through a process of elimination) the Chinese word (I am unsure if it is Mandarin or Cantonese) for "rice" or "sauce". I do not know how the ordering of the symbols (sequentially) has any bearing on the syntax or grammar, but I managed to at least get a brief taste of Chui Yum chicken, Chairlady Wong. Anyhow.
The weather has been really blowy, like a gale or a hurricane or something, and this morning something really interesting happened to me.
I spoke to a little bird, a robin red-breast, whom told me that a certain "speaker of ancient matters" could be in the either the slammer, on the run, or still in the loony bin, who knows? It's a disparate matter.
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