I was going to pout and moan about how depressing today is, given that it’s the third anniversary of the beginning of the end of the old job, the beginning of arguably the worst Spring season of my entire life.
“To hell with that,” I decided. “Let’s show off some more ducks instead.”
You’re thanking me for this stroke of wisdom and genius. I know you are.
And before anyone mentions it: Yes, they need dusting… perhaps a bath…