That night, before bed, Marge decides to tell Homer.
Marge: Homey, I --
Homer: Can't talk, praying. Dear Lord, the gods have been good to me
and I am thankful. For the first time in my life, everything is
absolutely perfect just the way it is.
Marge: Mmm.
Homer: So here's the deal: you freeze everything as it is, and I won't
ask for anything more. If that is OK, please give me absolutely
no sign. [brief pause] OK, deal.
In gratitude, I present you this offering of cookies and milk.
If you want me to eat them for you, please give me no sign.
[brief pause] Thy will be done! [mows down]
-- Homer's solution to the Lord's unresponsiveness, "And Maggie Makes
Three"
Anyhow, the good-ish news is that I will probably be working from home a few days a week. Good for Xanadu too. But I really will miss these cool, open offices where I look at the blue sky and flatiron rock formations everyday. I like walking to work in the AM to get my blood flowing. But ah well, that's the way the corporate world goes.











