Boring Glory

I wrote this yesterday and our internet crapped out at home, so I didn't post it. Here it is now, in its boring glory.

I think I wandered into an empty beer can hunt on my walk to work this morning. There were cans on the fire hydrant, next to a mailbox, even on the lowermost tree branch, hidden in that subtly obvious way that an adult hides easter eggs for a four year old. I really hope no candy was inside the cans. I am completely exhausted - I've been having allergy and sinus problems for the past few weeks and it's really become annoying. I even self-treated myself last week with antibiotics which didn't really seem to help matters. Now I'm having this on-off throat pain and seem to be coughing up some lovely things intermittently. I am a beautiful lovely creature.

I'm going to be traveling for work next week to the exotic land of Philadelphia. It's for the clinical trial I'm working on. I fly out Monday morning, have a meet & greet that night, have a series of meetings/lectures all Tuesday and Wednesday morning, and get back Wednesday evening. Just about everything is being paid for me, which makes me feel like a whore, but a whore that is saving money. Apparently a chauffeur is going to meet me in baggage claim with a sign with my last name on it. Would it be unprofessional to ask to keep the sign?

On my way home from work, I noticed two pairs of pants in the top of a public trash can. I couldn't see them in their entirety (nor was I going to touch them in order to see them), but it made me wonder why someone suddenly needs to throw away two pairs of pants in a public trash can. I'm assuming it's one person, because the idea of two people lining up to throw their pants in the garbage one after the other is a little too absurd for me.