Happy birthday Rodney who is called Ted.

He says good things and clever things. He writes impenetrable poetry (which is also a good and clever thing). He laughs well and looks mighty cute in them glasses. He is thirty-four. Many happy returns of the day.

My application to participate in the March system testing exercise was rejected today. Apparently I can't go because it's during a slow period and lots of staff are expected to be away on leave then. So I can't go to this exercise with all it's personal development and expert training aspects because the management are hoping staff will be taking their vacations in the off season. It is going to be so easy to leave this job, with any luck it will be in February or March when everyone else is on leave.

P.S. For those concerned about the fate of the universe, Emily is behaving more like a cat on the mend than a cat on the way out. New antibiotics and cooler weather have seen her appetite improve and her right hind foot return to it's weight bearing and ambulatory duties.  ¶ 23:20