Head against the wall, Pat on the head
My promised update has been delayed, primarily by two things: (a) an engrossing but ultimately pretty pointless debate on the future of Social Security and (b) a seemingly endless parade of employees and co-workers looking for advice, approval, or assistance.
Do you ever feel like an old lady whose cats insist on showing her every one of their kills and they won't take the dead mouse away until she pats them on the head and says, "There's a good kitty!"? Some days, this description fits me better than others.
Do you ever feel like an old lady whose cats insist on showing her every one of their kills and they won't take the dead mouse away until she pats them on the head and says, "There's a good kitty!"? Some days, this description fits me better than others.