December 15, 2003
At dinner, I have a glass of wine, a lovely Penfolds Cabernet Sauvignon, which mixes with the meds in my empty stomach. Or maybe it really was just the wine. But the moonbeam started to glow as conversation centered around the complications of what seems to be a straightforward industry, the problems faced by the company I work, and the problems it doesn't have because I've done my job so well the last few years. With that information, it is easier for him to grasp just how frustrated, disappointed and broken-hearted I am by the way things have shaken out.