There is never an unending supply of anything (my son), but the conceit is nice.

I'll go with "the conceit is nice", you can go with whatever.

Snippy, aren't we.

I've traded calls and now an email with another Honda dealer. They want to sell me a car, although their pricing is a number of hundreds of dollars more than the others. As I walked back to my car this afternoon, my trusty 1988 Toyota Corolla, having left the office early to drive to my doctor's office and get my annual physical, I found the exact model Element in the color I want parked with dealer plates in the space beside my car. I took a quick look, I was running late. It's a big beast compared to a 1988 Toyota Corolla. A sign? Maybe.

Other than that, what can I say? Another day at the office, lunch with the usual suspects, juggling this and juggling that. We've hired a contractor who will join our group on Monday. A sign of growth? A sign we've reached our nadir and we'll no longer be losing people? No, probably not, but lordy can we use the help.