I came up with a long, narrative post today about the latest round of layoffs. It would describe in poetic detail the exhaustion, stress, and sorrow that this economy brings with it. I saw several adults weep openly today as a security guard packed their things for them.

I am sick to my stomach thinking of it, so I will just not. I will say an image burned into my mind was a coworker with his head hung in shame, holding a picture of his wife and kids as he was escorted out of the building. I saw him whisper "i'm sorry" to the picture, and I could see him start to tear up.

Take that as you will.

Not really back, just saying hi.

Is there anything more ironic then to look at the internet, the collective brian-dump for a huge part of the planet, and feel you don’t belong?

Strange, abstract thoughts to be having on a Saturday night.

I’m seriously considering making a comeback to this blog. As you are well aware reader, holding your breath on something like this would be ill-advised.

Love from Iowa.