Strange Days Stranger Nights

Sometimes I feel like I am living in an episode of Taxi. Just when I think it can't get any stranger, it does. Here I am working in an office that has huge holes in the drywall from the "flood," Edith the foundling geriatric beagle and Thelma the geriatric mutt are snuggled together on their snoozy,while Edith's snores drown out the hum of the space heater. I witnessed a white hot melt down of a co-worker today and there is a mouse that lives in my car. Paul Simon once sang: "I don't want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon grave yard." YabaDabaDoo