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email thisA beautiful morning except for the stray piece of trash fluttering in the wind on the driveway. 
Grumbling, I walk over and pick it up. "Make money while working from home!" reads the little paper sheet shoved into a glad sandwich bag with a couple of rocks for weight. C'mon, if you want to make money from home do it constructively: make a million dollars just for solving a math problem. If you are particularly talented, they have seven of them to solve, at a million dollars each. Probably better odds than winning the lottery and certainly better than trying to sell Herbalife by littering the countryside.
Here's a fun little math ditty.
A new set of Oliver (the dog) pictures over at Textism. Meanwhile over at thingumabob the dog rules are reiterated.
Running errands this morning I was reminded of some other facets of dog life. Drive-up windows mean dog treats. Zeke has also geographically encoded (internal dog GPS?) each and every body of water he has ever had the pleasure of dipping toe into, able to sense them from a quarter mile away. It is difficult to go anywhere without causing the dog to start drooling in anticipation of biscuit, or squirming in anticipation of dunking. Speaking of dunking, the lady at the drive-up window at Dunkin Donuts asked if Zeke would like a donut hole. I know philosophers and physicists have spent zillions of dollars or hours studying this very question, but I don't remember the answer: can you really eat a hole?