We've got Nils Frahm playing on the office stereo.

It so reminds me of the man that played the piano in Kirkaldie and Stains in Wellington in the late 80s. Wandering around the store to pleasant piano music in the background.

We don't have enough stores with a person actually playing a piano these days.

The US presidential debate is on the TV over there in the office here. Every time that orange bag of mayonaise speaks, I can feel myself getting dumber. He's a black hole of intelligence.

How it's even possible for him to be on that stage right just makes no sense.