Last night there was a going away party for one of Gail’s employees… a simple affair done in the backroom of the local Sorrentino’s…

I decided to chance it, and showed up, late. (Avoiding the speeches?) I was welcomed warmly by a lot of folk who, for the most part, seemed genuinely pleased to see me. And they all seemed to be demanding hugs…

A lot of them thought that I looked really good! It might be a standard response…maybe its what they assume that I need to hear? Doesn’t really matter, however, ’cause it did make me feel better about myself… and the lack of beard, and the swollen neck, and the odd posture.

And then this morning I had coffee with Betty (buddy from the Enbridge days) and she mentioned that I looked far better than she had been expecting, and particularly liked the beardless look. A touch of the anorexic maybe, but looking good.

What a boost!

I’m afraid that I swaggered a bit on the way back to the office…