Absolutely nothing blog-worthy today.
Extreme Upper Management of The Asylum held its semi-annual “talk story” meeting.
It was all very warm, fuzzy, and intended to be reassuring.
Nevertheless, I attended.
Just so Extreme Upper Management knows I am watching.
I realize I do not get a vote.
They can and will do whatever they want.
My only hope is that the place does not go broke while I am still living here.
Stopped in to check on my old garden box today.
Do I miss the box?
No.
It was time to let someone else enjoy having their own box of dirt.