Puzzled

I'm sitting here in an office, pretending to be an office worker. The usual -postage machine, copy machine, computer machine, courier sending which uses the aforementioned computer machine, phone machine - it's pretty much all machine-oriented. Not that it's unfamiliar territory to moi but it's fatigue-making in the extreme and not providing quite enough to hold body and soul together. Wait, is that my soul I see hovering above my chipped and worn desk? Maybe. This company is in its death-throes. Closing at year's end (and a Happy New Year to all loyal employees of long-standing) and I am here to postpone mine as I participate in the company's demise.

This three month period of treading water and not buying food follows a nearly six month period of not buying food. Thank goodness for friends who feel it necessary to provide nourishment in spite of my protestations. Thank goodness for friends, period.

It seems to me that there is change in the air. Or somewhere. I dearly want to publish a post that describes my glorious exaltation at the life I now lead. The life I will be leading when I write that sentence; it's not entirely accurate at the moment. Okay, it's not at all accurate but it will be. As all of you are my witnesses. So, where are you all, anyway?