Sitting in the parked car at 11:15 on Friday night after the coop, not going home, and listening to the New Sounds on the radio because I never get to just to new and weird music anymore, and I used to love doing that.

That research that IKEA did now makes sense, the one that found that many Americans see their cars the favorite rooms of their homes and more private places than pretty much anything, pathetic but true that it is.

The guy at the coop tonight, a filmmaker, apparently, told me of the time he worked with Werner Herzog, and how he is exactly the same way in real life as in the movies, and how he told him a story of when he was in the Amazon and someone on his team got bit by the most venomous snake in the world (cue German accent), and if you don’t administer antidote in 15 minutes after the bite you die – and how they had some indigenous people working with them, and someone had a chainsaw, and just like that he chopped off his foot to save him. The morale of the story – always be prepared for anything including snake bites.

Then we packaged more Roiboos tea and wrapped some more cheese, then we cleaned up, mopped the floors and went home. Friday night at the coop.