Not content to just deal with the hysterical pandemonium surrounding this surreal election, or the rising tide of social unrest that seems to threaten the dissolution of life in the West, I decided to put what is left of my professional life into the Waring blender, punch the button for “Frappe,” and see what would happen.

It was a bit of a mess, since I should probably have put the top on the sturdy blender.

Here is the deal: the press release that one office put out that got another one spun up. I should have told them to bury it late on a Friday, the way all sorts of ambiguous news is disseminated in this town when the issuers want to have it pass with little interest.

I have got away from answering the phone lately, so some of the more concerned voicemail had to wait until this morning to be answered.

I still don’t know quite what to think of it all, but I suppose it will all work out one way or another.

Anyway, there is the old adage that “for every door that closes, there is another window in the bathroom than leads to the parking lot that you might be able to squirm through.”

Or something.

Obtuse enough? Just for the record, I am happy with everyone in my life except the guy who got the parking space next to me in the basement garage, and who is squeezing me up against the pillar when I park the Panzer.

Further, I like everyone I have ever worked with, and intend to work with in the future, except maybe that Air Force Lt. Col. In the J2 back at the Pentagon after DESERT STORM.

I hope this clears up some of the confusion. If it does not, I may have to issue another press release. If I do I will try to schedule it for just after close of business the Friday before Labor Day.

Cheers,

Vic