I've been re-orged. My manager Julie and I have been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Today it did. With a thump. My new boss called during lunch but I didn't take it. It's like being livestock. Your old owner fobs you off on some sub-executive and good luck to you. What's the Tom Waits song? 'You got to git behind the wheel in the morning and plow...' I anticipate walking on gently with someone else's hand on my bridle. Unless I decide to be a bad horsie.
For all life's curveballs, there is yellow chicken curry. Thai ice tea. And lots and lots of chocolate. Later, there will be yarn. Cashmere this time. I promise.
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