Between losing the Kazakhstan assignment and finding out, a little while ago, that the woman who lives next door has died, I feel as if someone oughta be yelling, "INCOMING!"
For crying out loud.
Cheers...
UPDATE: (7:15 pm): It occurs to me, as I digest dinner and sip some excellent Bushmills single malt Irish, that perhaps the demise of our neighbor, who had been ill for some time, was Providence's own way of pointing out to me that there are worse things in life than losing work.
For crying out loud.
Cheers...
UPDATE: (7:15 pm): It occurs to me, as I digest dinner and sip some excellent Bushmills single malt Irish, that perhaps the demise of our neighbor, who had been ill for some time, was Providence's own way of pointing out to me that there are worse things in life than losing work.