Deep Thought
Mini Rant
That meant I had to change my plans, go into town sooner than expected. Which was fine. I didn’t mind doing that. But it took a ridiculously long conversation to get an actual deadline. So maybe let’s just collectively outmode the term.
Question your Reality
Semblance of a Story
I sit next to the shadowed figure on my bed, putting my arm around his skeletal shoulders.
“Is there anything I can do?” I ask.
Grim sniffs and I hand him a tissue. After he blows his nose, he speaks, his words wet instead of the typical rasp. “Why won’t you just die?”
I rub his shoulder through the tattered black cloak he wears. “I don’t know, buddy. Try again tomorrow?”
Grim squares his shoulders. “Yeah. Sorry you had to see that. Just an off day.”
“More like an off decade,” I say.
A grating chuckle emanates from the empty cowl of his cloak. “I suppose.”
We let the silence stretch for a moment before he stands. Moonlight shines through my window to glint off the long-handled scythe he carries as he clears his throat. “Well, good night, Jack. Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.”
Wouldn’t it be acceptable to take a picture of the signed document with your phone? Scanners seem unnecessary since most everyone carries one around in their pocket.
Yeah I thought that too. But they sent me a digital copy so I needed to print it. Even so, if the end result is a digital copy, the fact that it had to be a wet signature but scanning and emailing was still okay just didn’t make sense. If I had to wet sign and mail it, that would make sense. Oh well. Not everything makes sense. Plus it gave me material to write about… so… it’s a win.