There was the best fog settled around our work this morning. It was cool, dark, and gloomy. It was great. The office was more empty than usual, due to sickness, missionary work, and traffic. I went about making sure everything was "ready for the day" or whatever. Oddly enough, all of the things I'd done as closing-down procedure the night before had been undone. Doors were opened (leaving rooms air-conditioned that shouldn't be), there were drinks missing from the fridge that was completely full when I left, and other things were basically just wiggity. What conclusion could this bring me to? Could it be that the people staying later at work could be doing this? But no. We must have a ghost in the office. So I have to name it. Naming things is a part of being a human, right? So then, the ghost will be called Confucius.
Confucius is trying to make me look bad. Will it continue? We'll see.