It. Happened. Again. Maybe I should just get my own column in the newspaper. I could just air all my own linen, dirty and otherwise. There would be nothing left to share. Problem solved.
This high road. It's lovely here. Great views. Nice place to sit while I clench my teeth and pray for patience. Tomorrow's conversation should be interesting. I'd like to make the instructions pretty concrete. "Don't talk about me. To anyone. At all. Ever." That should about cover all the contingencies. Oh would that it were so simple.
Off to the Powwow now and to think about better things!