Pacifying Bill
Oh yes, you all both laughed and empathized with me when I got angry at the delay. Well, now, wouldn't you know it ... the long suffering, maddeningly optimistic, Mr. Blair, finally lost his cool too. Yes, last week, the man awoke; clouds so dark descending upon him, his face was invisible save for the intermittent snarls that emitted from the clouds. At one time, I heard, "We have got to get the fuck out of here." Yes, despair hit Bill as well. Although this is his blog too, the blog does, admittedly, focus on my thoughts, my feelings, and my observations ... Ok, so I am exposing my self-centeredness. However, Bill has given up a lot as well. His Miata is sitting in storage and he has not been able to drive about this summer, looking super-studly in his little sports car. He hasn't been able to nonchalantly look about at stop lights, with Van Morrison or Bob Dylan tunes loudly emoting from his car stereo. But that is not all. Oh no. Losing his spot o