Spinning Plates
As usual, Radiohead said it best:
While you make pretty speeches
I’m being cut to shreds
You feed me to the lions
A delicate balance
And this just feels like spinning plates
I’m living in cloud cuckoo land
And this just feels like spinning plates
Our bodies floating down the muddy river
Which is just my melodramatic way of saying, I need a few days off: to mix metaphors, I’m drowning (in work). Look for me back here November 1: with my apologies. –K
We’ll miss you, Kevin. Godspeed.
Thanks, Carter: ‘preciate it.
You deserve a break. We will eagerly await your next blog…
Good luck catching up, sir.