11:50AM: Either a man or a woman with a hunched over sort of demeanor comes in. I can't see his or her face so I am unable to determine a gender at first, but the voice would be high for a man and low for a woman. S/he asked the receptionist how she was doing and then started saying "Good, good" before the receptionist had actually answered. Turns out it's a man with a bushy black mustache and a few days old beard. He had sort of a hang dog appearance, the kind that makes you want to give the man a sandwich and a bowl of soup, ask him how he is and then really listen to the answer.
11:55AM: Realize that I rarely wonder what the person on the other end of the phone looks like. Which is to say that I don't consciously think "I wonder what this person looks like?" But I do know that I develop a kind of infrared image of the person and that in the event that I do see them in person, I am almost always completely wrong about what they really look like. I wonder what that means?
11:59AM: Early 20 somethings playing professional and showing their age, wearing shoes with heels too high to walk in. Probably their first apartment. I'm getting out of here.
4:25PM: I was stretching and noticed that the box elder bug that was flying around in my light earlier this morning is now motionless. I don't know at what time it perished, and I am slightly sad about that. Wait. It's moving. Things are not looking good though. [Update: several days later, I don't see it's dead body in the light. Maybe it made it after all?]
2:33PM: Lady with sleepy eyes, dark red hair (wine red, an unnatural hair color), red face, long black coat, soft voice. Hair was curling-iron-curled at the ends but she was wearing a sweatshirt under her coat, and make-up.
Can't remember the day or time: Man paying rent for invalid sister: "I'm doin' ok but you know it's tough gettin' old for some folks."
Co-worker: "If it weren't for two oopses, I'd have never had kids."