Salamander
Fire Walking

The Professor and I watched "Dead Man Walking" last night. I found it especially interesting in light of the recent execution of Timothy McVeigh. The movie was neither pro- nor anti- death penalty. It was instead a view of the last days of life on death row, and a story of redemption (at least, of a sort). There is no forgiveness, no sense of closure in the movie. With one exception, the people who were hurt, wronged, not at peace at the beginning of the movie were still hurt, wronged and not at peace at the end. I'm still mulling over some of the ideas presented.

I've got a podiatrist appointment about my lack of toenail tomorrow at 4:00. I just hope that I'm worrying over nothing on this. I'd feel better if I knew **why** I lost the nail, but I suspect I've waited until too late to check into it. I just hope it isn't too late to get a spacer put on my toe to help avoid the new nail becoming ingrown when it grows back. If it grows back.

I screwed up in what I consider to be a huge way at work yesterday afternoon. I truly thought I was following instructions at the time, but apparently I messed up big time, and ended up treading on a rather important department head's toes. It was bad enough I did it, but I did it in a highly public setting. Definitely an "oh shit" experience. I woke up worrying about it at 3:00 this morning, and never really got back to sleep. I mostly got it resolved this morning, but I still feel like crap about it. This is just going to have to be one of those things that time and distance soften.

Sixteen days until Boston.