A birthday lunch today in Oakland, two of us attending with birthdays in March. A very good Chinese lunch, I might add, (with a couple of Tsingtaos) followed in the afternoon by an interminable meeting at the office. My, but my fellow workers do like to talk. One or two were nodding off. I, two beers to the wind, felt just fine, thank you, and kept my own hopeless blather to a minimum. This is either a product of my excellent control and ability to focus on what is important or the fact I have nothing to impart. I have my own opinion: studied, sagacious and sober and I suspect, unfortunately, it tends toward “nothing to impart”.
What in the hell was that?
A lack of sufficient rewrite, here in Oakland.