PPS. I sure wish I could be out walking around in the woods, or at least in my garden. It is a bright clear warm fall day here on the dry side of WA. But, I require money to feed my outdoor pursuits and such, and therefor must slave away the day.
Horse hockey.
You're pontificating on the internet on company time...now get your ass back to work.
oops, busted.
Geno
PS I'm not a pontif, there are not enough nice robes in my wardrobe, so please accuse me of shirking or something other than pontificating.
PPS and by the way there, you're getting awfully close to breaking the unwritten campfire rule for too many letters and syllables in one word with that one buddy!
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
