One Year Later
Image: Perplexity The day started like any other, even though it was St. Patrick's Day. I was planning to crack open a Guinness after work or possibly even head to a local pub for a pint and some Irish music. I had spent the weekend in Toronto with DW, our two kids, and our friends who live in the U.S., and on the drives to and from the GTA, I was thinking that I should write a novel. It had been years since I worked on one and it would be nice to try a new genre and actually finish the book in a decent amount of time, if only I could find that time. My co-worker had left me an e-mail message at the end of the day, on the last Thursday, but because she worked a four-day week and would be away on the Friday, I would address her concern on the Monday. So after powering up my laptop, I sent her a message to ask her if she wanted to open a video chat to discuss the issue. Her response came pretty quickly: I don't care, I just got laid off. I was shocked. She and I were the only...
