Thursday: And that's how I got a parking ticket.

Ugh.  Whatever.

Now I have the parking pass, so I can park in the lot.  Which, of course, means that there's only a week left here before I have to start my grand migration.

Pasta.

 Because pasta is good.

My new phone can check my Clipper Card correctly.

Although I'm probably loaning it out next week.  It'll clear out some of that value.

• Koko the gorilla died.
• Today's just not great.