corrente

It's early, but I'm stunned with exhaustion. And so to bed.

But as I finished my working day, polishing the solid gold taps of the wet bar in the executive cloakroom of The Mighty Corrente building, the words of alert reader Shystee came again, unbidden, to my mind. They were:

Can you set up a Sarcophagus for me to sleep in when I visit the Mighty Corrente Building? I see it as a big ol' victorian (like the Addams') with a workspace and monster kitchen on the first floor, lounge and library on the second floor, bedrooms on the top floor and the wings. 13 bathrooms with claw-foot tubs. Zen garden and hot tub (with snow monkeys) in the back. Like the X-men HQ but with some class. But that's just my vision. I watched Miracle Home Makeover last night, that must be what it is.

Shystee, I'm afraid you labor under a misapprehension. I have no power to grant (or to withhold) sarcophagi; the janitor, and the occasional night watchman, rarely do—even janitors at vast, globe-spanning enterprises like Corrente. And to get an idea of the sheer scale of the thing... I've attached an image (at left) of one of the guardhouses. The Mighty Corrente Building itself, of course, is quite a bit larger. It may well be that we do have a Zen garden—perhaps on the roof—I'll have to look... Maybe on the weekend....