Then I tell ya, things aren't quite the same

More waiting.

Our phone call to discuss my ever evolving departure has been postponed til Thursday at 4.30 my time. Oh yeah, that's my best time--dead end of the work week.

The guy who was going to buy the car this morning is MIA.

I have to go and fake my way through a meeting about establishing a TV show about robotics for kids. Yes!

And then it happened, yes, my mind went there. If I stay, maybe this unfortunately named and undoubtedly married or otherwise engaged gentleman will get the job here, move here, and I'll have a shag mate!

Things stay more the same all the time.