Monday, December 18, 2006


...and wishing I could find some sign that it's not a lost cause.

There was a bright moment this morning thanks to a sweet, sweet lady who has long been a kind friend.

Sadly, what I hoped would be a good start to a good day turned out to be its best moment.

PARENTHETICAL THOUGHT: Comes to think of it, she would have been the high point of a great day.

I won't bore you with the details of work; you've heard them, and can probably imagine how this season adds some additional difficulties in making contact with people, getting paid in a timely fashion, and so on.

And I won't tell you about what continues to do the most damage. I have reasons for keeping silent, but in explaining them I'd have to tell you what is is I'm not going to tell you.

I don't seem to have anything to say, do I?

Guess it's time for a drink, then.


Anonymous said...

Have one for me, Scribbs. I'm waiting until tomorrow. I hope tomorrow is better for you. Don't lose hope. I know, easy to say...but keep that little bit of faith alive.


MrScribbler said...

Gill -- I'm trying, believe me. But each day takes a little more out of me, and there's damn little left.

wagner said...

i'm glad i could make your day a little bit better. i only wish i could have done more. but i guess i'#m just a lonely V after all.

Stacy said...

hope today is that better tomorrow!

MrScribbler said...

waglet, I hate to think what yesterday would have been like without your friendship. You did a great deal.