Last week an entire cranium of the three-headed hydra that I work for was decapitated. The big boss man from way up on high galloped on in like Icabod's nemesis and axed forty five or so people and one entire entity. They chose the wrong day to misplace their talismans that protect them from the horseman. This deft coup de grace was rewarded with what has been called a "wildly unimpressive class A stock mini-bounce after the bloodletting." Hey, we all know what happened earlier this week. The ice in the hallway has never been thinner. I think I can see tadpoles. Maybe that was a bull shark. Could be curtains on this old hallway monitor. I vow to ride this painted pony with my sache proudly displayed on my journey into the bottom of the ocean or into the mud below. Carpe Diem. Or maybe Vaya con Dios.
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