dredpiratebunny | all the paint is mixed

It's one of those weird mornings again. Everything is quiet, the sky can't decide if it wants to be blue or grey so it mushes together into some kind of paste, like a painter's palette of all the colors. The birds weren't singing either.

On the way to work, there were cars abandoned, and at stoplights I could see furtive faces in the windows. Not sure what that's about, as our house doesn't get new channels anymore, and all I had in the car were pop song playlist radio stations.

In the office now, trying to catchup from yesterday's illness, and the parking lot is half empty....more silence rings the building in a shroud. No phones are ringing.

There is one....um, man, i guess....sort of wandering over in the whole foods parking lot. he looks lost. Maybe he's from the elder care place next door. I hope somebody inside the store will come out to help him.