Disaster, devastation and despair

 

BLONDEL IS LEAVING. 

Yes.  He beat out his rival, he was offered the job, AND HE TOOK IT.  

::: Wailing* and rending of garments ::: 

. . . Silence then falls. 

            Pull yourself together, McKinley, you have a blog post to write!  Write.  Right.  Um. 

            I was already badly short of sleep and not up for a lot of outrageous fortune's slings and arrows before this grievous and staggering blow fell.**  I'm not sleeping well anyway and at eight thirty this morning*** the builders...