Jeffrey now has both the original lock on the "box" (it's actually a lunchbag)---with possession of its key, up until this morning available only from Auntie Lisa, who wore it on a string around her neck all week---and a combination padlock t'boot. He can lock stuff up now. Like all the little Pandora's Box gees-gaw Auntie Lisa (in the role of the Gods) has been meting out all week. Your own lock is a fun thing when you're just 5.
Last night I went over to spy B.'s. We went out to dinner & then watched Survivor & then talked. He suggests his agency (did I mention he's a spy?) as a possible place of employment for me, who likes working with strange people. I was somewhat surprised that he would think I could be hired there. He asked why. I said because I'm a subversive. He said I'd be surprised. We talked about the issues involved at some length.
Tell me: is it possible I'm not sufficiently subversive as to be unable to pass the security clearance for the NSA?
What are fflo's chances of being hired at the NSA?
So how would you state that chance numerically (as a chance in 10)?
Now to pack up stuff & wrap up things here (there's some tension in the household today) & head down to sprig5's. Then off to Winchester tomorrow and the road home.