She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates, and suitcases. On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things. On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candlelight, put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of chardonnay.

It was only a matter of time before this happened: The Mighty God King sends us this. The Black Box report represents. Brad Fox goes old school. He is the one. And then you have this. More as they come in.

It’s Juneuary in Seattle. I kid you not.  And I knew I would have to let in my sunshine before the sun actually did shine and I did and it hasn’t but I have. LOL.  But first I got in my car and screamed as loud as I could, f@*k you rain over and over again. Until I felt better.  But it was only a little better.

Now, how lame is this: I’m walking out of one of the sessions - Damien’s I think - and I see one of my idols a man I worship from afar a dude I think is super-spiffy - David Guzik, whose online print and audio commentaries I have shamelessly copied into my study notes all but plagiarized used a bit…and he says to me, “Hi, Mike!” I felt like a teenaged girl in a Menudo show.