Then again it's probably not good to start with the very same thought day in and day out. The weather's been somewhat cooler today, the morning bus ride downtown to the office comfortable. I wore the white wide brimmed pulled down over the eyes Scala hat and mirrored sun glasses feeling a need to act my age on the Oakland streets. Not very corporate, but one tends to care less about corporate as one gets older and near enough to retirement that losing your job wouldn't be a catastrophe or, should the aching mouth-sinus thing actually be getting better, being booted out on the street might actually open an option for an entirely new career.

A career as a whiner and a crier?

Now, now. I've been thinking of futzing with my web sites and writing entries with an actual beginning, middle and end as an option. A new career at my age does not necessarily mean I need to get paid, you understand. It would be nice to generate an income, what with the rather severe reduction in living standard involved, but not actually necessary if I can get up at noon and work out of my apartment. For an indulgent and farsighted, um, employer.

I almost prefer the whiner.

One does not necessarily preclude the other.