More whale flukes. The humpback was never hunted as much as the sperm whale, though, because there was so much less oil in one humpback and a dead humpback didn’t float nearly as well as a right whale or a sperm whale. And apparently, in 1930, there was a movie loosely based on Moby-Dick where Ahab kills the whale and returns home to his wife. Well, some people just don’t understand tragedy. . . .

It was cloudy and rained a bit in downtown Phoenix on Tuesday afternoon. The cafeteria has taken the unprecedented step of having chili every day this week. I guess they finally found out that the chili was really popular. Hey, I’m all for it, give the diners what they want.

Trivia: Kelli drove a friend’s young kid to school the other day. A teacher said, “Oh, we knew you weren’t her mother. Are you her grandmother?” Kelli is younger than I am, probably in her mid-20s. She was Not Amused by this. And John is now single (again), since his girlfriend broke up with him because she hates how hot it gets in Phoenix and wants to move somewhere else (what?). Zach has decided he wants to try making his own haggis, and wanted to know where he could get sheep intestines and sheep stomach. And we may be going bowling on Saturday. I don’t know. We were in second place when I left.