A happy ending

Well, the site search debacle turned out to be a minor bump in the road. It's more or less resolved already. Just a lesson in perspective--what looks insurmountable Friday at 4:30 may well be a 10-minute task on Monday.

The rest of the day was a wash, though. It's high-stress time for everyone, which means instead of doing work people want to stand around and complain (myself included). I dropped off a form at someone's office and got caught in a 15-minute diatribe about the woes of the world. I kept inching toward the door--even had it open a while and the monologue didn't stop! It was quite the Dilbert moment.

Then the speaker's daughter arrived, and it turned out she has the gift of gab, too. I could picture this family in their living room, telling stories for hours. The sun would set and they'd be sitting there in the dark, talking too much even to turn on a lamp. That's a nice aspect of southern culture, the storytelling--except when you're just trying to survive deadlines.