The Word Count is still 1001.
I had it all worked out. I sliced up my time and fit it into neat little mental compartments. I said to myself, “This compartment is unalterable” (thus alerting Murphy — he of Murphy’s Law — that I needed a visit.) So, yesterday when I went into work and my boss said, “Down-size.” I spent the evening researching jobs and filling out applications. It seems that in the face of starvation (figurative) unalterable time schedules can be altered.
Stay tuned ….