It's Friday in the newsroom. We're all ready for the weekend. Patti hit a deer on her way to work this morning and Ryan won't stop eating vanilla wafers. We all want to go across to the 117 and throw back a few, but...here we are.
I've decided to extend my sabbatical until the Fall Equinox. There is a danger of becoming a crazy old cat lady, sitting on my porch with a bottle of gin, wearing magenta lipstick and brocade slippers and whistling at the college boys when they walk by if I don't start dating again soon...but I had a bit of a setback and need to extend my time out. It was just a wee setback, but a setback none-the-less.