It’s dark and rainy this Thursday morning and there is a feeling of trouble in the air. I came in this morning to several troubled-sounding conference calls. Who does conference calls at 8:00 in the morning? All were completely unrelated to me – so I have a strange feeling of being inside a ship on a rainy day while others man the sails and battle the water and I peer from a round window from my cabin wondering why I’m the only one who’s not part of the drama.
Whispers, calls, hushed conversations. I think I’ll work on my webpage.