Somebody dropped their college staff ID and credit card in front of my apartment building yesterday, and I found them on the way out to the Kia. I figured it wouldn't be a good idea to leave them laying around, so I grabbed them and stuffed them in my pocket with the intention of hunting down the owner today on the Internets.
Which I did. It was almost too easy; inside of ten minutes, I knew where this person worked, had two e-mail addresses, and had found their Facebook page. I sent a message to that, fired off e-mails, and encouraged them to contact me so I could give them their cards back. I know what a hassle it is getting charge cards and ID replaced, and if I can spare them the trouble, it's a mitzvah.
I'm back down to 390 this morning, with the BG at 91 despite bedtime yogurt snacking to make the metformin rest easy on my tummy. So far I've lost a touch over three pounds since the beginning of the month, and am on track to hit the target of 385 pounds at the end of May if the trends continue - and I see no reason why they won't. The longer I stay on this high-fat, low-carb diet, the easier it is to stay on it, and then I'm grooving.
Looking ahead to next month when I'll have a little extra money, I'm probably going to replace the CD drive in the Failbox. If I recall correctly, it's a legacy from the old Optiplex, and may even be older than that. In any case, it does a horrible job burning CDs, and I wasted a CD-R yesterday finding that out.
Heading out this afternoon to hang with therevdrnye and get caught up on what he's doing.
UPDATE: Owner of lost cards called. Turns out she and her boyfriend just moved in upstairs, and were enormously relieved that the cards turned up. She came down to pick them up, profuse thanks. My good deed for the decade having been done, I can go back to being a complete bastard until 2019. ;)