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.

What is the Besst project? 

And why is it called Besst?

© E. Stocking Evans 2014