The Billionaire is coming to town, and wants to meet.
The Governor jumped.
The Chair's Office jumped, and is still jumping.
I can't be bothered. I'm behind on all my permits, and his is at the bottom of my queue. I told his representative I could meet next week, or that he could submit his testimony in writing. Just like anyone else, really.
Day ten of no smokes ... and I'm feeling aggro. This is not a good week to cross my path.