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Did my coworkers just have an actual argument about venn diagrams? Yes they did.

Did I join in? Yes, I did indeed participate.

I have drunk the kool-ade.

We are nerd for graphs and charts, it's true, though I'm not as nerdy as the people we work with who are actually paid a salary to make charts and graphs all day long. The latest infographic they stumbled over, while not informative in terms of numbers, has been met with glee by the population of the Research Department:

PUSHING PUMPKIN.

Decorative gourd season is far from over, motherfuckers.

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NANO TIME.

I just found out two of my coworkers are also doing NaNo. Worse, their wordcount far outstrips mine. OH THE SHAME OF IT.

Anyhow.

First line: Only Mrs. Bateson stayed to help us clean up, packing the leftovers into elderly tupperware Mom found in Mama Tickey's cupboards before she collected the washed platters and dishes to re-distribute to her friends and colleagues.

Last line: "Mama Tickey made me executor," I said slowly. "And apparently left me the house."

Favourite line: Out on the beach in the early mornings, they break out earthmovers to pile up the seaweed that washes ashore in the night, particularly after a big storm when the seaweed rafts in the gulf break up.

Absolutely true fact: Lucky's family is still sorting shit out from the funeral and don't yet know who the executor of the will is. The general assumption is that it will be Lucky's older brother. Mum and Lucky, however, believe it might be me, based on the fact that Mama Tickey's personal banker and two of her three lawyers specifically asked Crazy Aunt M to introduce them to me at the viewing.

I had no idea who they were, and they didn't say, so I was simply very polite, shook hands, accepted their condolences, and gave them a baffled look as they walked away. I didn't find out for another half an hour or so who they were.

(And they do bulldoze the seaweed every morning on the southern coast of Galveston. It's hypnotic watching them do it, like watching a Zamboni on the ice.)