Preoccupied with work issues again. None of them are easy. None of them are, for now, bloggable. But, I can say this – nor are they tragic (yet), in the way that an economic downturn can so quickly be tragic for some.
But then, I am very much a product of post-war Poland. Life’s not tragic until you or your loved ones kick the bucket.
Since my mind is on work and since I cannot write much about it, I’ll leave you with a photo of the loaf of bread I used for dinner. From my favorite bread baker, of course.
You could say that indeed, even as I blog, I am very much aware of who butters my bread.