So, just a few minutes ago I was diving into today’s projects here in my home office—gearing up for some magazine copy editing, prepping for a phone interview with a college prof at 10, trying to think of what the heck I am going to write about fly fishing, when I heard the doorbell.
Obediently I padded down the hall in my bare feet, glad I’d gotten around to getting dressed. I opened the door and was greeted by a tall fellow in a suit. He handed me this.
I can’t really pass on all of the “happy news” he intended to share, because quite quickly I scurried him away by informing him that I actually WORK here, and not just the laundry-and-scraping-crayon-off-the-walls kind of work.
But I just had to take a minute and share this with you all right away, despite my deadlines, because isn’t it such good news? All suffering soon to end. It’s about time, really. Suffering is so Dark Ages. Personally, I am completely over it.
I’m not entirely sure what the moose has to do with it, but I suppose we’ll find out when we get there.