My brain is in an interesting place today. I am deeply concerned about the general operation of the Asylum. We are slumping along into mediocracy at best. The elevators. The food. The grounds are so neglected that it hurts look at them. Systems are supposed to be in place to protect the frail residents. Those safeguards have failed too many times. Something is wrong. Something that is completely outside my capacity to fix.
My brain is in an interesting place today. All that angst aside, I am content. Tranquil. Relaxed. Perhaps, my brain knows that I’ll be dead before the Asylum completely collapses due to benign neglect.
It’s hard to get management excited about making anything better. They want to make things BIGGER. Build More Asylums. Management thinks they have 900 potential residents waiting to move in. Management would be happy if current residents moved out. (All residents pay a substantial non-refundable fee for the privilege of living here.)
But, on to my news for Carlton. Today, I just happened to check on the price of my train ticket to Seattle. It had gone down $312. I called up Amtrak and they credited my visa account with $312. It took about half an hour to make happen. I heard Carlton saying that’s $624 an hour you just made!