I'm Here, Just Weary

I tried to post last night, but to no avail...Blogger was being beligerent and utterly uncooperative, thus my post (which was carefully written and packed with wisdom) was left unposted. Worse, it was eaten by Blogger. And then, Blogger robbed me of my memory, so I could not re-post it...because I did not remember the details. Bad, bad Blogger! Truth be told, I'm just weary. I'm weary of telling my sad tales to the ether, tired of having sad tales to tell, tired of being one who creates sad tales for people who don't deserve them.

Tonight I am in Tucson, Arizona, preparing for a meeting of the board of directors of one of my clients...a client (and whose Board) I find particularly interesting and with whom I have much in common, despite sometimes being driven to distraction by their insanity. OK, it may be partly my fault. I like them. I wish I could spend more time directing their efforts. They need direction or, at least, reigning in.

Tonight's dinner was only $1400 and change, far below my feared estimate of $2400. I am $1000 happier than I was when the wine started flowing and the menu items were selected. They pay the bills, but I have to fit them into the budget, not always an easy thing.

All of this is tangential to tonight's story. Today, I read A Man Without a Country, by Kurt Vonnegut. The book was a spontaneous purchase at the Dallas airport (almost $14...goddamn thieves). I always enjoy Vonnegut, and I'd heard a bit about it, so I bought it. Despite the price, I'm glad I bought it. I heartily recommend it if you have 45 minutes to read a book cover to cover. Vonnegut can be awfully funny and he can be awfully brilliant with his observations of the insanity of our lives. He lambasts not only the criminal bastard who currently occupies the White House, but the flock of filth that surround him. And he's not easy on the rest of us, who could if we chose correct the problem in short order. I like Vonnegut and wish I were more like him. Aside from his writing, I admire his mood, his abilty to appreciate the world and his ability to refrain from misdirecting his outrage against the political and social screwups against those he loves. I am very, very much his unsuccessful student in that regard.

I have bad news all around, but won't share it until I can post the good news that will make the bad news seem not so burdensome. Worry not, the bad news is not life-threatening, just soul-threatening...if you think I have a soul, which I would argue against.

Now, before I go to bed and awaken to participate in an all-day Board meeting, I will view the blogs of my blog brethren (et al) to see if anything awakens me.