I stayed up late last night lamely getting caught up on fucking spreadsheets. Maybe it’s my mood, maybe it’s the spreadsheets, maybe it’s the lack of sleep, but here’s one lesson I think I’ve learned in this here working life.

(I just edited myself for public harshness.)

The bottom line point (and I’m making a shitty pun on bottom line, because I’m tired of bean counting spreadsheets), the thing is I just don’t see eye-to-eye with folks who choose to go into an office Accounting department kind of gig. I mean, I really think I could do it, in that my ‘rithmetic rocks and my understanding of projections and line items and costing is better than serviceable. But, I couldn’t do it, because I’d leave in a straight jacket or more modern indication of loopiness, maybe a fistful of antidepressants.

I should have gone to bed to rest up from my numeric exhaustion. But, the ship has sailed on commonsense and good healthful practices.

In my not sleeping, though, I did discover that FEMA has a handy web tool if you are thinking about buying a place near an ocean, or in our case near an ocean and a creek. Go ahead, see whether your house is on a flood plain.

To end on a high note — I’ve only met one Hillary supporter who felt she had to look deeply into McCain/Palin before making a decision. The majority of Hillary folks give me hope with a response to my question of voting McCain, “Seriously? Naaaahhhhh”

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