A day. (and an ode to a lost coworker)

Which reminds me of "A Year," which makes me sad. Today, the geese were gone, as was the fog of yesterday, and the chill. It provided an end to a dreamworld, and a return to reality, which isn't always pleasant, is it, now? But the reality wasn't as unpleasant as expected; it was warmer. Except that today was Rich's last day, and he came around to say good-bye to us all, and I got teary, as I always do, though not as much as some. No more Rich, so more Simpsons impressions, no more random rib-cracking hugs for everyone he sees, and swinging feet. No more coming to fix my intranet and seeing that it was just unplugged. Oh, the humiliation. No more lovely aroma of pipe smoke, and sarcasm by the bucketful. Tigist was the first person at the Africa Center that he ever spoke to, and maybe the last ECA'er he spoke to today. But he'll be back. Heck, we're talking of bringing him over to Nigeria, along with the temp guy, and by then, maybe the new guy. How many IT people does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Three. Three, that's how many. We 59 minuted today, and I'm looking forward to going, even though all I did today was edit my Nigeria book, and the latest newsletter (boy, I love our current graphic artist), and listen to music. You want to know anything about Nigeria? Ask me, and I will tell you, and you will know. My llama understands me in the way that no one else does, sitting over on my inbox, being fluffy (and made from authentic llama fur! llama...wool.). Small smile, small grin, knowing that eventually I'll pack him up and we'll go elsewhere, and have adventures. But if we go to Senegal, I'm not shouting into any phones.