Papa November

Today was exciting in a bad way. Our window washer Norwood had a seizure and hit his head on a grill. He gashed his ear open pretty badly and needed some serious stitches. I called 911. Norwood almost got in a fight with the paramedics, and some guy came in in the middle of it all, walked past the yelling bleading man and the paramedics and asked me about buying a fireplace. He left without ever mentioning or seemingly noticing the sirens and pandemonium around him. One of the firefighters bought some glass cleaner while another one helped stop the bleeding. Nothing can stop the glory of commerce. I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to get blood out of the carpet.