Notes to Myself

Eng has gone from the buyer paying it all up front, down to 70% up front. I have to give him some encouragement to not let the conniving cattle rancher push him around.

Today I got a business proposal from Eng Emmanuel, regarding a $2 million sale of cattle vaccine in western Africa. What could possibly go wrong?

Well, it's Thursday, and I've had no reply from either My Dearest Aunt Monica Jose (a Swedish), nor from her niece and maid, Ms Elsa Karlsson (who is not a

It appears my previous message was lost in cyberspace, or perhaps my case has been assigned to a new handler. In any event, here's the latest from Elsa (who is not a princess):

Elza seems testy about my confusion over who is writing the emails and wants me to read the Bible. With a temper like that, how can she not be a princess?

Monica wrote back, proposing we enter a long term relationship, but I'm beginning to wonder if she's really who she says she is.

Quarantine has come to this. Today I got this email from Mrs Monica Jose and decided to write a reply.

That's counting from the first day they shut down school here, which is as good a day to say "stay at home" started as any. This weekend was the first

So stop worrying about it. There are plenty of other things to focus on with much better odds of generating a sense of personal satisfaction.

Arriving at this new year, I am allowing myself a cautious optimism. The world is in an awful shambles. If now isn't the time to resolve on making some improvements, when?