too little time

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October 28

            I ran in the full on rain today.  Came back with the great amount of hair on my head all wet and stringy.  I looked like a drug addict. 
The most interesting part of today was the point when I was running toward an intersection by the zoo.  The red numbers at the stop light that were counting down toward the time when it would change to green was at 5, 4, 3…  I adjusted my speed so I would enter the intersection at exactly the 0 point and run merrily on my way.  The problem was that instead of going to green, at zero the numbers jumped back up to 99 and the light stayed red.  I found myself raising my arms in confusion—but still running—and dodging a couple cars.  There was no tragedy because the car were not moving very quickly; as usual, there are way too many cars on the road. 

October 25

            The ground was quite wet today.  My socks and my bright yellow, nylon shorts got spots of muddy water all over them.

            Wednesday my iPod had a nervous breakdown and wanted to revert to its infant-hood. My computer said I must restore it to its original factory-fresh state. Such a move would wipe everything. I resisted this cry for help and found several ideas on the web.  Nothing worked.

            I happened to mention it to my director while we were talking. He immediately said, "Let me call my former student.  I used to teach him and his wife.”  They chatted for a minute and Maxim, his student, said that he would be in his office for an hour.  I took the trolleybus there, found the shop in a terribly confusing mass of a wild assortment of shops, and 90 seconds later, my iPod was back to normal. 

            “How did you do it,” I asked. 

            “Special program,” Maxim answered.  The insanely busy man took about 15 seconds to admire my Otter box—the case that makes my iPod nearly indestructible.  Makes me wonder about Apple.  What is the purpose?  It’s all about who ya know.