I’m having lunch and I’m fully engaged in a job search that has proven fruitless.

When my lunch is over, I will resume the search with what little time I have left.  The pizza pit awaits, where I will spend the next four hours making slave wages.  Excuse me. Wages that barely justify someone of my education, experience and skill level.

Today’s high is going to be 6 degrees.  It will get down to a numbing 1 degree a little later this afternoon.

To those who are enjoying their brief period of refueling, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.

Muse:  Pizza rolls?  Half an apple? Cheetos?  That’s peasant food!  The lunch that I just ate costs more than what you make in a year!