Ah, the FedEx truck. FedEx has such a clever logo; do you see the arrow? A typographic triumph.

It's raining, and there goes a cranky-looking lady with an umbrella into the security agency. What possesses certain women to wear stretch pants?

I wonder if the new blue boxes on the roof are filling with water.

The blog made it into a paper in Scotland yesterday, much to the joy of myself and my co-workers.

There's a crow poking its beak around in the grass out there. How does it know where the worms are?

A truck pulls into the parking lot. The driver is a woman talking on a cell phone. She's gesturing with her hands to whoever's on the other end of the conversation. Aaaaand she pulls back out of the parking spot and drives away.

The guy is back on the roof with his bucket today. I think he might just be killing time.

The paint on that oversized red ford truck across the street is so shiny, and smooth, it's easy to imagine that it's the surface of a liquid, and that if your hand might sink right into it if you touched it. It's also fun to imagine a smiling girl in a bikini lying across the hood and waving to me.

Families are starting to show up for karate. A lady carrying a baby, a grey-haired man. No intimidating ninjas.

The trees are very leafy recently. It's hard to see what's going on at the employment agency.

A woman with long hair and a pink shirt gets out of her car, and then a little girl with the same long hair and a pink shirt gets out of the passenger side, and they go in to the building. They're still in there.

Roof work is not finished yet; there's an old man in a t-shirt up there with a hammer and some bags, maybe bags of nails.

It's time for a smoke break at PPA.

The blue boxes they've been building on the roof appear to have reached a stage of completion. They resemble oversized, square kiddie pools.

Wait, here he is again. Walking pretty briskly. Walks over, picks up some trash with the claw; now he's going around the ivy. Now he's examining the median. Looking hard. Looks back and forth. Now he's walking back the way he came. Must not be much trash today. He's walking around the back of the building. No, there he goes over by the tree by the karate studio. He's put the bucket into the back of a pick-up truck. He strolls back to the front of the building, he's got some kind of device in his hand. Wait, he's tossed it into the bushes! What the hell? Littering? Oh, he threw it by a hose, it must be some kind of spray nozzle. Maybe later he's going to water the lawn.

Claw-on-a-stick guy walks by, didn't see him pick anything up. Not sure if it's the usual guy, he wasn't wearing headphones.

Jeep Liberty is in early today.

Pro-tection truck is parked a little further south today.

Some sort of construction on the roof over there. Looks like they're erecting walls around the air conditioners or whatever those things are, little four-foot-high blue walls, there will be one on either end of the roof. Well, that will be nice.