The Home Stretch

Thursdays always feel like the home stretch. If I can make it through today, I'm in the clear. Not that I haven't had my share of sucky Fridays, but I theorize that I can do anything for 24 hours, right?

This morning, while drying my hair, I thought to myself, "I should go to Brookdale today." Which was a silly thing to think since I have to work and Brookdale is pretty much a boarded up relic of the past. Instead, I'll putter about the office and ponder what this whole Brookdale thing means.

They found the little girl that had the Amber Alert last week. And then no Amber Alert, and then voila, they're in the parking lot at the Holiday store in Fridley. Why is it that all the fugitives end up in Fridley? Their city PR team really should make some recommendations to not let that happen quite so much.