Sorry, folks, no book recommendation this week. I've been swamped at the office, mostly due to the absolutely useless special projects cooked up by our new Obamanoid management. And guess what? You can't polish a lab-quality hope 'n change turd any more than you can the standard garden variety. Trying to convince the main bozo - the head guy's "project coordinator" - that management's new "strategic plan" is - and I mean this in the kindliest possible way - perfectly idiotic is like talking to a dog. He looks at you and blinks and turns his head to one side - hell, I half expect him to break off in the middle of the conversation and cock a leg at my desk.
And on top of that, my poor bride is still confined to her wheel chair, so I have to spend a considerable amount of time doing chores, including dinner preparation (by the way, have any of you ever stuck a fork into a serving of mashed potatoes and had the whole thing lift off the plate? No? Then, I guess I'm doin' it wrong...)
Anyhow, I shall return with the book reviews next week, come hell or burnt biscuits. And that's a solid gold Paco Enterprises guarantee.