If this be it

It’s 9pm on a Tuesday and I’m wondering if I’m living through the most idiotic version of the Cuban Missile Crisis. I’ve been working on my silly little novel manuscript, thinking about what to pack, what to do in Mexico City. I’ve been stressing my silly little head about what has to happen at work this week before I head off. It would be pretty funny if after all of that, things go pop. I’m sure they won’t, but imagine.

Tomorrow we have big, stupid negotiations planned with the company. Lawyers and judges. Many, many billable hours. We prepared documents to be printed out as thirty page handouts and to be distributed amongst committee members.

How do you make God laugh?

Make a plan.