Re-entering the workforce. Again! Quack!

I have not written here for more than two months having being fully engaged in somnolence, lassitude and decrepitude.

Now, having responded to the call of My Sovereign, after two weeks training at a secret location not a million miles from the center of Manitoba's civic jewel, I learned on Friday that I am not only certifiable but also apparently certified to execute certain secret tasks on Her Majesty's behalf. Because of the nature of my mission, no actual piece of paper can be provided in the form of, well, an actual certificate. Secret means secret.

Though Her Majesty cannot be over-generous, while disaster roils the stock markets of the world, this bodes well for a limited technical reprieve if not actual regeneration of The Cook Millions, beleaguered and embattled as they have been by events of the century to date, as well as the one before it.

As the custodian of said TCM, and having forgotten to buy Apple stock in 2001, I am always encouraged when an opportunity presents itself to somewhat repair the ship of state, which is now sadly downsized from a rather large and ostentatious ocean-going luxury yacht to, well, a circular yellow flotation device in the form of a cartoon duck.

I shall write further as my secret duties allow.