It’s Friday. But then, you know that, unless you’re in Hong Kong, in which case it’s tomorrow, which is Saturday. In either event, I’m done.
It’s been a pretty lousy week. No, nobody melted down in a dramatic flume of spume, but after a while the drip drip drip of the cruddy business environment kind of gets to you, drains you of the will to laugh, let alone live.
So rather than rail at American Airlines for the wiring in its planes, or poke at Gentle Ben about the bullish Bear (BSC) bailout, or give a huge shout out to the Dalai Lama, or wonder about what’s up with this recesso-deflagstation, I’ll just say have a good weekend.
May the bluebird of happiness fly up your Blackberry, and silence it for the next couple of days.
I’ll be back on Monday, looking forward with a bright and bushy tail to all the good things the new week has to offer.
What do you suppose that could be?