You know you're cooking too much at work when...

You know you're cooking too much at work when you think things like, "I should bring in a hot pad," and, "Next time I'll cook the sausage for two minutes before I put in the potatoes."

A friend reported an overheard staff kitchen conversation to me:
Coworker from 2nd Floor: "Wow, your fridge has so much room!"
Coworker from this floor: "gement is very vigilant."

This makes me happy in an odd little Ianto kind of way.

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Since I didn't post for a while, I may throw random trivia from my life at the end of posts for a while. Trivia bits for the day:

I saw Leonard Cohen in concert and he was awesome. Very thin wrists, very old man. But the slouch hat, the cheap suit, and the growl show every sign of outliving his actual body. He sang Dance Me To the End of Love on one knee looking up at his (male) lead guitarist, he played six encores, and he made Democracy the closing song, which I never would have imagined. The man can read a room.

We caught the rat eventually, and I released it over three miles away on the other side of a wide river. No more noises in the main body of the house, but a month later we've been hearing scritching and creeping and gnawing noises in the WALLS.

Fingers crossed that it's not wolves.