My client reluctantly agreed to a change to the project that I suggested. A few hours later, he changed his mind and said he didn't want it done that way. I reworded my explanation in a completely different way. He now thinks it's a totally different and better idea and he has enthusiastically agreed to it. It's still the exact same idea that he rejected earlier.

This baby squirrel appears to have gotten separated from its mother. Considering the timing, I'm guessing that this separation was caused by Hurricane Irene. It kept trying to climb up the same tree, but it wasn't strong enough. I did not find any nest above and I did not see any adult squirrels up in that tree.

The man who picked it up said he was taking it to the pet store nearby.

The door to my apartment was slightly ajar when I came home. I didn't notice anything missing or relocated, but the Mickey Mouse clock in the kitchen which was left by the previous resident is now ticking. This is a battery operated clock and the battery died more than 3 years ago. I suspect that the landlord came by while I was away to see if the hurricane caused any damage to the house. This intrusion makes me feel violated.

Every time a hurricane is predicted to come here, there are dire warnings of death and destruction. Hurricanes are indeed powerful and very damaging, but they seldom retain much power by the time they reach New York City. I disregarded dire predictions for this hurricane as I have done for all others. Considering past history, I have an extremely good chance of being correct. The only powerful hurricane I recall reaching here was Hurricane Gloria, which was back in 1985. It was also the first hurricane I recall ever knowing about, so my perceptions/memories may have exaggerated its power. The only clear fact that I recall about that one is that school was cancelled for one day and one lone cicada arrived in my neighborhood.

Shutting down the public transportation, forcing people to evacuate their homes against their will, and turning off electricity seem to me to be extreme overreactions. This looks to me like a bunch of politicians being afraid that they may take the blame for allowing another Katrina to happen. I can understand why these measures would seem right for them, but I don't agree that they are right for us.

The hurricane has already been downgraded to Category 1 despite earlier predictions that it would get stronger instead of weaker. The most powerful winds currently predicted by accuweather.com are 56mph. A few trees may fall and there will be flooding where drains are clogged, but I am not expecting to need to get rescued by boat.

When I was at Whole Foods Market last night, I received a free carton(bottle?) of O.N.E. Active Coconut Water. I drank it today while swallowing some nutritional supplements. To get the capsules to go down smoothly, I need sufficient quantities of fluid in my mouth. The carton was nearly empty and the last part did not come out easily due to atmospheric pressure, so I squeezed it. This forced a gush of air to go down my throat along with the coconut water and vitamin D capsule that was in my mouth.

Due to the effects of operant conditioning, I was very hesitant to contact the manager of the diamond business, but I had to. He had prepaid for a year of hosting of his website and that one year period ended yesterday. I should have contacted him earlier, but I dreaded it. He responded very quickly to my email, but he has not yet informed me if he will pay me for another year of hosting or if he will switch to another host. He told me last night that he would let me know his decision today. A few minutes ago, he sent another message informing me that he would definitely let me know his decision today. I anticipate another two or three messages today that say the exact same thing with different words.

When I was young, my mother often repeated a story about how she realized that my sister had been switched after birth and she insisted that the nurses had made a mistake until they gave her the correct child. I originally believed my mother's side of the story, but my thoughts on this changed as I got older. I came to realize that my mother easily develops irrational beliefs and is extremely argumentative/persuasive when people disagree. Almost always, whoever disagrees with her will eventually admit that she is right just to make her shut up. I wondered if my sister was really my biological sister. We often talked about getting a DNA test to verify this, but we never did it.

During tonight's train ride, I sat across from a woman who looked almost exactly as my sister did 15 years ago. At some angles, she was indistinguishable. I tried to think of something to say to her, but I just couldn't. I expected her to just think that I was some old guy trying to hit on her. I left the train without verifying if she was my sister's sister.