I have something like 13 minutes before the not-so-benevolent dictator of my computer restarts me without my consent, so this will be brief.
If life can be compared to a roller coaster, then we have now reached the part where I stumble off the ride, having lost my glasses on the loop-de-loop and narrowly avoided heaving onto the pavement.
So the best part is that I survived the ride and I have a spare pair of glasses. The worst part is that I need to ride a few more coasters before I get to leave the park.
No, the worst part is that I used to love roller coasters.
In non-coded language: the besst part of the last few days has been a consultant named Mike Go. You are the bomb, sir.
And now I must go.
© E. Stocking Evans 2014