Sometimes shit just comes out of left field.

A phone call interrupts your otherwise pleasant and productive afternoon and suddenly there's a crisis -- an actual crisis, not a made up work crisis -- to deal with, involving state and local institutions with which you're connected. Someone may come over for an inspection. Maybe today, even. Maybe next week. We just don't know, Mr. Brown.

I'm being intentionally oblique about this, because it's my beeswax, but it's also worth noting that an event occurred today, an event I'm not particularly happy about, that could have long-reaching repercussions.

I just want it noted in the record is all.