More room for gloom

Just had a "stand-up" with the business team; our fearless leader informs that things are even worse than anyone thought. Makes my fretting about the distribution of O 3.0 very small. At the same time, I feel like an autoworker in Detroit: You know you're building stuff that people aren't buying, or they buying fewer of them, and yet no one in the glass offices seems a) to understand that and b) have any clue about how to stop the hemmorhage. It's grim. And we're all moving through our stages of grief in our own sweet time ... Meanwhile, my sister Susan is coming to visit; she's going to miss the 95-degree day tomorrow, but it will be reassuringly in the 60s by her arrival Wednesday. Can't wait to see you, sweetie.