More fits and burps and jerks. No starts
It’s probably to be expected. It’s the way of the world. Red tape. Bureaucratic hoo-haw. The flypaper of the human condition.
I have subs waiting in the wings. Champing at the bit to be correct. Ready to burst the gates and race to the finish. (Sorry, mixed metaphors here. It’s actors, not horses, that wait in the wings…) What are we waiting for? Those final banking details. A fat load of money sitting in a bank account. Dinero, my friends. Shekels, moolah, cabbage, kale, dough and dosh. Grease for the skids.
It’s coming. It’s right around the corner. (My attorney is currently reviewing the committment letter, so, really, it shouldn’t be that long.) But when it seems so closeâ€â€and the weather is just SOOO goodâ€â€it’s hard not to feel the pain of the delay.
That said, the 15th of March still looks like knockdown day.
Uragh!
(With acknowledgement and apologies to Howard Dean.)