There is a girl about my age who is my frequent lunch companion and fellow Harry Potter fan at work. This morning she stopped by my desk and we were talking about our weekends. She had gone to the Natural History Museum in DC, and in telling me about what she saw, she mentioned in passing that she doesn't believe in evolution, and recounted a little sarcastic joke that she made to her husband about how we all used to be squids. It was . . . an unexpected exchange. I wasn't quite sure how to respond.
Otherwise, nothing of note to say about today's workday. I've been in a pretty good mood, which is unusual for a Monday. And I'm looking forward to an evening of doing very little. I may take a walk when I get home, and then I'll probably settle in for some Playstation or a DVD. Mine is a hard life.
The weekend was pleasant. Most everyone was out of town, so I was able to have quiet movie nights with boy both Friday and Saturday. (Pirates of the Caribbean and Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, for the curious.) Sunday we walked for a bit in Patapsco State Park, found a different route to the suspension bridge, and got very hot very quickly. Afterwards, we headed to the parents' place, where there was Scrabble on the deck and chicken on the grill and corn on the cob. Parents are great. I am in favor of them.
Less than an hour now before I go home. Sweet.