Being of the cryptic
Three up, three down in the span of a year. I am, as they say, batting a thousand. And not in the good way.
Life, via a text message followed by a phone call, just got insanely more complicated. I'll know more tonight but it's likely my weekend just was stood on its head and I need to round up troops to help.
Troops, mind you, that can be trusted since I just learned one set of troops can't be. Thank goodness for a phone call I wasn't entirely sure I should have made and learned that stuff I said in total confidence (and was assured wasn't going anywhere - last time I believe that one) had gone somewhere and, to boot, went with completely wrong information. I am beginning to think that opening my mouth about absolutely anything is just a bad idea, even if that "anything" is a weather report much less my own personal business. Actually, I think my conversant is out too. Which is too bad. She's the best located for the job. I now have to figure out if I shoot the messenger.
I now know how it feels to be on the receiving end of a core dump, trying to process it and connecting all the little dots. Wow. The world, as they say, is miniscule.
I am beginning to feel like I need a cave to hide in or a rock to pull in over my head or something. This may yet happen.
Life, via a text message followed by a phone call, just got insanely more complicated. I'll know more tonight but it's likely my weekend just was stood on its head and I need to round up troops to help.
Troops, mind you, that can be trusted since I just learned one set of troops can't be. Thank goodness for a phone call I wasn't entirely sure I should have made and learned that stuff I said in total confidence (and was assured wasn't going anywhere - last time I believe that one) had gone somewhere and, to boot, went with completely wrong information. I am beginning to think that opening my mouth about absolutely anything is just a bad idea, even if that "anything" is a weather report much less my own personal business. Actually, I think my conversant is out too. Which is too bad. She's the best located for the job. I now have to figure out if I shoot the messenger.
I now know how it feels to be on the receiving end of a core dump, trying to process it and connecting all the little dots. Wow. The world, as they say, is miniscule.
I am beginning to feel like I need a cave to hide in or a rock to pull in over my head or something. This may yet happen.