donner, party of two
I learned to love Fridays these last few months, newly appreciative of weekends after 18 months of telecommuting contract work. I had finally landed a Dream Job at a Dream Company. Life had stabilized into something more suitable for long-term planning. I started reading both Krugman and Brooks on the train ride to my Dream Job each Friday, marveling at the irony of how unhinged the former sounded, notwithstanding my agreement with many underlying policy principals, now that the latter was writing from a minority position.
This past Friday was no different.
This past Friday was no different.











