On the Edge
Today (actually, checking the clock, pretty much now) a good friend is getting the medical equivalent of a Boyd Coddington tear-down frame-up restoration of his aorta. Pray to the diety or game show host of your choice that the mystical transmogrification from Agent Orange to Captain Beefheart goes smoothly.
Meanwhile, later this afternoon another good friend and coworker of 13 years is getting visited by our new management's version of The Bobs. Frankly, he's not the most buttoned up or conscientious person I've ever worked with, but he's been here from nearly the very beginnings of the company, and has been a big part of 20+ years of success.
I don't think both of them will survive the day, and it's making my stomach hurt.
