Update: Mattrass Haul

Forgot to mention yesterday, it was a mile from the curb in front of 830 N. Broad St. to my place. That's a fur piece with a mattress on your back. Much rather go a mile on my back on a mattress.

Apropos of nothing. When I returned to my desk after lunch Thursday I found a cracked robin egg — yolk visible inside, yuck — by my keyboard. Learned last night it was an Irishman's idea of a practical joke. He figured I might mistake it for a chocolate egg and scarf it down without proper inspection. Wrong. And, again, yuck.