I made an order for $1034 in chocolate and nuts last week on a day that I realized that my entire outfit [sans boots] was worth $103.40 including $83.41 in undergarments. The chocolate was not, sadly, for me or for any of my friends and family, it was for clients. I'm unsure they deserve any of it.
I have gotten some holiday gifts already from vendors: a case of Chianti [yes, I've shared with the office], some horrible bath salts and oils, a new wine key, a thermos-mug. Not bad so far, considering that I'm unsure I deserve any of it.
I'm unsure I deserved what I suffered on the way to work this morning either: there were two people within earshot listening to Celine Dion. Most versions of hell I envision involve Celine Dion.
Moving on . . . . there have been some interesting tidbits in the news:
- a reporter narrowly avoids punishment for failing to reveal a source
- like plotlines from b-rate sci-fi, we may all be punished for the hubris of creating chimeras or for contaminating earth with Martian microbes
- the pentagon re-ups a 70-year-old retired Army colonel as a part of their stop-gap measures