Calming down

We spent a couple of days in New Hampshire in the end, with some miniature golf, lobster rolls and a hot tub - when we arrived we found that they had wasted absolutely no time at all, as the tourist shops were already selling commemorative T-shirts. But now I think things are beginning to return to what passes for normal in my life. The news about the events of last week will go on for some time - the MBTA buses all have "BOSTON STRONG" scrolling on their signs now, which is sort of unfortunate as those things are made of wet cardboard and bits from under the sink and regularly break down if a passenger sneezes too hard.

It gives me a chance to share this poetically incomprehensible supermarket receipt, though. They're like a DOS directory listing at the best of times (I have no idea what among the things we bought today might be identified as a LN C 3CH STF RIG), but this takes it to a whole new level of gibberish. If you stare at them long enough, they do eventually form words, sort of like a written Magic Eye.