Last month (well, actually last year) I was cut out of one of my major "deliverables," an annual dog-and-pony show to the preparation of which, since late in the last century, I have devoted about ten weeks each year. I just happened to go upstairs and find that another, minor deliverable has been assumed by another office. I could have done a much better job of it; am just as happy to have been spared the effort, but, sheesh! The wife's legal struggle had better produce big bucks soon, because I get the sense that BDS is moving on me.
apprehensively,
apprehensively,