I always look forward to the appearance of the blacksmith whenever I read Jane Austen
Hang in there, Baby.
Amateur dental work on the way.
He must be enamored of imaginary numbers and ordinary people becoming super beings at his command.
Welcome to the land of cliche-speak. The optics of the silos getting thrown under the bus, make it so that we have to do more with less, because, it is what it is, so we can tee it up or take it offline, because it’s just some low-hanging fruit that we can circle back to, that is when we are not out-of-pocket. And if we do, then at least there is one throat to choke. At the end of the day.