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   the flight of the King of the Lunchroom Court
Tuesday, October 21 2025
At lunch today, most of the conversation was related to recent travel by the King of Lunchroom Court to Georgia. He'd taken an airplane, something he rarely does, and the build up to it had started back before I started working here in late March. The others in the court had been gently ribbing him about it, joking that they would contact the TSA and report him as a suspicious person. The King knew this was in jest, so it didn't really affect his stress much, though that stress was surprisingly extreme. Compounding issues was the King's wife, who is apparently a semi-invalid who rarely even leaves the house. She requires a lot of medication, and the King had been worried about getting this medication through security, among many other things. The flight started in Albany and went okay, although at some point the King's wife was actually selected for a second round of security bullshit. I fly fairly regularly on much further flights, so the King's anxiety has seemed absurd. I know, for example, that the TSA does not care about what drugs you have in your carry-on luggage. (Gretchen routinely carries xanax and sometimes even opioids in unlabeled containers.) But that's all just a consequence of my familiarity.

After work today, I immediately climbed up on the solar deck to put more water in the hydronic loop. I'd added a gallon a week ago, but still it doesn't seem to be collecting hot water. I'm a little concerned it might be leaking out somewhere, but I could see no evidence of this in any of the places it would leak from. Down in the boiler room, I found that the circulator pump is making a weird noise, but it still seems to be working.
I took Charlotte for her usual walk the moment Gretchen had left for pilates, but I didn't bother making dinner when we got back because Gretchen had made some sort of tofu curry to be eaten with rice noodles. I'm not a big fan of rice noodles, but the curry itself was pretty good.


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