What a craptacular week.
I managed to screw up the books for our biggest group of students, and make the secretary (who hates me) do more work than necessary.
I am now the most hated person at work.
But I never let someone die wrongly. It’s something that makes me wonder. If I were in Perry’s position, of course I would fail on the life side.
Last night, I tried to post a terrible lament. I was denied.
Perhaps this will post.