3:00 snapshot #883, #884, #885. 2012 begins.

On New Years Day I drove my dad back to Connecticut. Not to his house, because he can't live in it due to the smoke damage. I brought him to a hotel, where they were packing up the lobby's Xmas decorations. I couldn't drive back with that image in my head, so we went to the 99 and had a beer and a melancholy conversation.


Alexis and I both had Monday off, so got to spend the day together, playing with the dogs and such.


Back to work on Tuesday, looking out the office window at three.

3:00 snapshot #886, #887

What does the newly elected President of the Zookeeper Association do at three o'clock? Cleans the floor with a deck brush, like all the other zookeepers!


The next day found me looking out that office window again.