Thu, 12:29: Looking out the window at Elliott Bay, suddenly, I envy birds.
Not just because they can fly, which is obviously a huge selling point. But also because they can shit whenever and wherever they want, on land or in the air, whenever the urge comes to them. How great would that be, the ability to glide through the air in a perfectly aimed arch, shooting your shot across the width of someone's office window?

Thu, 16:15: A middle aged woman with a hood over her head just said something to me at length from inside a bus through the window, as if I could hear her, punctuating her silent monologue by licking the glass without breaking eye contact. Gack! All I could think about was whether she’s had all her shots.