I was off today. The company for which I work was helped founded by a couple of fellows who left state jobs to start their own business; as a result, several perks and quirks are drawn from government habit. Payday, for example, is Thursday; not Friday. A few federal holidays otherwise ignored by the private sector we observe. Funnily enough, Veterans Day was not one of them until the boss decided to add the day after years of taking the day off himself for his own personal tradition.
Today wasn't exactly exuding energy and earlier in the afternoon, I attended the wake of our former secretary: a good woman who led a good life. So the reverence meter for the day has the needle buried; I assume less words (and less blogging) would be wise. I may sit down again later on this evening and finish a brief review of Jean-Pierre Jeunet's Amelie, having watched the utterly artsy-French movie this past weekend. We'll see. In the meantime, count your blessings and give thanks for someone whose life touched yours for the better.
NICE JOB, STORYTELLER: According to the boss, Veteran's Day always has been a day off, hence his tradition. It just goes to show you how readily a guy like me, who came of age in the Nineties, will assume irony.