Breakfast: pizzaburger, too rare. The lab technician asks me to take his Win95 notebook computer home and troubleshoot its hangs-on-shutdown problem. A truck perches on the concrete divider on Route 3, extending my 10-minute drive home by over an hour. I finish the second block of 50 writeups in my personal node audit. I am tempted to write up "God is not a control freak" in response to the currently popular "Why would God let so many of his flock stray?" or whatever, but I don't have the concentration to make the point eloquently today.