Shrewd, Yes

I am returned from the GLORY of Southern Florida, where summer is 24/7. I spent all my life savings. After my last pyramid scheme, I was already treading on thin financial ice. Now I can't buy a Maserati in 50 years, like I had once dreamed of.

In more important news, Owen has flatly denied my requests to play chess for a number of weeks. He is "too busy." He used to just make coffee for the bossman who'd say "You there, Jibboo, grab me a snack and some of that Starbucks!" Now Owen, presumably still a temporary at his job in the big city, is making scones or sweeping under the doormats. It must be something significantly more involved, but we can only guess, because Owen is too busy to even TELL US, my dear readers, what he has been doing.

I may have to resort to more shrewd actions...