If any of you have been induced to vomit over the saccharine-sweet nonsense I've been filling these pages with over the last few weeks, I'm glad to say enough's enough and it's time for the old grouch to return. After a heady weekend culminating in an uncharacteristically euphoric climax and blissful denouement, there's nothing like a Monday morning to smack you in the face with a reality check:

Strike One!
As soon as all essay scripts have been marked and recorded, a new batch of comprehension scripts arrive fresh and ready for yet another round of assessment. 2-week deadline, as I understand. Right.

Strike Two!
Bowling total crap again as our afternoon training wore on. Yee's still sick, Anthony sustained a very bad ankle injury over the weekend and had to be verbally thrown off the lanes so he can rest and recover. Vince and I are throwing wild again leaving simple spares unconverted for a pretty depressing 120-140 average respectively. And the tournament is set for this Thursday. Good luck, Gutter Boyz!

Strike Three!
And I feel really bad that after all the wonderful things June did for me over the weekend, today news came from her Head Office in the US that they're closing the local office here. She'll be looking for new employment once the formalities of winding up the business are complete, maybe by the end of the year. As a result, could there be another lifestyle change in the works for us in the coming months? We'll see, won't we?

We can only live one day at a time...