23 Days to Go

So my wife did not like my last post - far too sappy, not my usual caustic self. I agree with her. I can almost hear the Chariots of Fire theme playing as I read over it. I can picture the call center staff running along a lonley beach with wistful, pained-but-proud expressions, as I, at the forefront, urge them on in our noble, yet doomed, endeavor.