Can I Go Back to Disney World, Please?

For a solid week I lived in a fantasy world. Didn't leave Disney property. Got in our car once to drive directly to another resort hotel for dinner. Never turned on the news. Virtually no contact with the outside world.

Kurt Vonnegut died. Missed that. He used to be one of my favorite authors (his later works were, well, not to my liking).

Monday morning I'm back in the fire at work, sitting in a staff meeting listening yet again to how the software I helped create "doesn't work," which doesn't mean it doesn't work, but that it doesn't work like the person currently with the floor thinks it should work. On to the next person, where it doesn't work but for other reasons. Blah blah blah. Such is the life of a software developer in an organization that doesn't spend proper time in requirements capturing.

And then my alma mater becomes the site of the worst shooting rampage in U.S. history.

So, I think I'll go back to Disney World where life was magical all the time...