Not dead yet.

I woke up this morning to an email from my former boss and all-around great guy, who shall henceforth be referred to as “Bluemeister P.” He knows why. Anyway, this email informs me that I am dead, and ain’t that a lark? It also suggested that I call him so he could offer more personal condolences on my very sad state of vitality (or lack thereof).

I agreed to this, even though I was well aware that any given phone call with Bluemeister P. was far more likely to be peppered with profanity, fart