And the gist of this gist is:
There is a 99.9 percent chance we will NOT be moving to northern California to run a coffeehouse/resort on the banks of the Trinity River.
Mainly because owner dude has, for three days now, completely ignored the email he asked us to send “listing” our salary requirements/needs if we were to make the move. This, added to our existing impression of him, isn’t exactly sweetening the pot, you know?
So.
Okay.
Well.
Now I am free to tell the story with total abandon.
Hallelujah!
Personally, I’m rooting for reckless total abandon.
Scorched earth, pippa. Weeeeeeeee!
Wahoo! I hope you leave parallel tracks of flame like in Back to the Future.