I'm in a good mood today (three day work weeks will do that for you), so I wanted to share a brief vignette that is too weak to be a full-on story. 

One Month Ago

My boss and I are sitting in his office. I've told him that we need to talk. It's the first time in years I've said that. My boss, one of the nicest guys out there, looks concerned. He thinks I have bad news. I do, at least for him. 

He asks me what's wrong. I tell him I won't be working here anymore. At least not full time. I've come to negotiate a downshift in my career. 

Every year, on Susan's birthday, I make her a special parody newspaper in the style of The Onion (which I cleverly titled The Legume). This was the cover story from this year's edition.