Yesterday was only the run-up to this morning--I have my evaluation at my day job at 10 A.M.
I would not be concerned about this, but for the economic facts-of-life in Michigan. To be 56 and terminable-at-will in our local economy is to (truly) be a sinner in the hands of an angry God.
How fortunate that American Lit. I prepared me for the vicissitudes of late middle age.
The painting is of our old pal Jonathan Edwards (1703-1758). He died when he was 54, so at least I've got him there.