A Good One

>>Jake was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by
>his side. She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face. Her
>praying roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his pale lips began
>to move slightly.
>
>"My darling Becky," he whispered.
>"Hush, my love," she said. "Rest. Shhh. don't talk."
>
>He was insistent. "Becky," he said in his tired voice. "I.......I have
>something I must confess to you."
>
>
>"There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Becky........
>"Everything's all right, go to sleep."
>
>"No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I.....I slept with your Sister,
>your best friend, her best friend, and your Mother!"
>
>"I know..." Becky whispered softly,
>
>"That's why I poisoned you."

Do you get any real work done at all?

Believe it or not .... yes.

Rostered on today. Started at 6am, finish around 12:30pm. Half the day shot. Pity. I'm watching a beautiful sunrise over a misty ocean at present out my window. The Autumn chill is in the air.
I can catch up on work without the phone interruptions.