So it was 2 days ago now that we learned Kuwait will never be the same.

So, it has finally happened. The Amir has died. After months of troubled health the king has died. We are observing 3 days of mourning, how sad I am. I can't eat, I can't sleep. I am once again a troubled woman. Oh, wait. Were you thinking my sorrows are born because of death... no no no no. Don't you know, the Bears lost. So tragic. I stayed awake till the wee hours of the morning, alone and cold to see my Bears perish in a disgusting display of athleticism, or the lack of it.

Our friend Rex just could not be the king we needed (Rex, meaning king, get the pun?) Well, my favorite time of the year slowly comes to an end but there is next year filled with hopes of playoff births and fantasy football greatness. This year I can't say I failed, but in no way did I succeede. I will prevail next year.

So the death of the king most likely means Kuwait will begin its fairy tale progression. Booze booze and more booze. I don't think I'm looking forward to it, minus the night time glass of red wine of all things. Well, I really should get back to work...yeah, I am working monitoring dispatch controlling the ebb and flow of crisis and emergency. That is a big lie. I am playing on my personal computer on the left and emailing on the right.

Our department is looking for a full time dispatch manager position to be filled. I know the man for the job, but I just wish I knew the man.