Sometimes when the world is going out of control and the whackadoodle news stories are hitting faster than you can read them (you know which ones I’m talking about), the only choice to to take a hard left turn into absurdity.
Thus I found myself at lunch, avoiding the news as much as possible, awash in deadlines and data entry, hauling around large pieces of equipment heavier, more bulky, and more awkward than I am.
No harm, no foul. I think.
What does it mean? It means after last night’s debacle I figured out how to post pictures again? Maybe? And maybe even links?
And there aren’t any holes in any walls! It’s a winner!
Don’t worry. None of it matters.