I erased all your old voicemails...

There's a change coming. It's a ship. It's sailing. The course? Unknown. Is it going forward? A distinct possibility. Is it sinking? Sometimes, the most logical assumption. It is treading water? The unfortunate truth. Hang on. The ride will be bumpy ... turbulent ... fraught with uncertainty and disdain ... but it might just rejuvenate your spirit.

I hate trying to be both philosophical and fatalistic. May I have the rum, please?