Your small font size changes your meaning.

The print is small and punctuation hard to read on the new incarnation of a local news website (http://koin.com - the new design has enough problems to drive me batty, and I hardly ever check them now - whereas I used to check them daily).

In this case, the article headline was "Autopsy: hypothermia killed stranded man". And what I saw, because of the font size, was "Autopsy, hypothermia killed stranded man".

I'm really, really glad that wasn't actually a comma. But still.

Ahhhh. Home.

I'm on call this week, but so far, the phone hasn't rung. (This is not really by way of gloating; the universe need not smack me down. It's just, I've only been on call for about an hour as I start typing this!)

I'm home from work. I'm home, the dishwasher is running, the cats are fed and settled in and being cute (if somewhat pointy, in Babe's case), the corn casserole is baking in the oven. And I got email from the realtor and my parents' house is, basically, listed. (I'm not sure it's published yet; I got a link to the 'inside' view and can't find it on user-searchable web sites yet, but it'll get there.)

Edit: Okay, it's 15 minutes later, I got distracted by a conversation. Now the corn casserole is cooling, and the roast veggies are cooking. (Pity they're not even remotely at the same temp, or I could have saved some oven time.) Here's hoping they come out okay, but right now, I am contented either way because I'm home and calm and doing fiddly nothing domestic things.

The hail this weekend was lovely, if very disconcerting. In spite of it, I got almost everything on my to-do list done (and the undone items weren't stymied by the weather, actually; they just didn't get done). This included picking up some new glass bowls for the kitchen. Microwave and oven and dishwasher safe; this is good.

Now, may this week be lazy and pleasant. That'd be good.

And I'm amused by World of Warcraft, tonight. First, there's a Captured Firefly item that's a nod to Firefly/Serenity. And secondly, in Shattrath's World's End Tavern, there's the NPC Lonika Stillblade, wanting to reopen her rogue academy. Among what she says: "Then, a new generation of rogues will learn such staples as the gouge'n grin, combat looting, and blaming someone else for breaking polymorph."

Hee!