There was a time when this would have resulted in one or more of the following for me:
- A nervous rash.
- Gnashing of my teeth.
- A “WHY ME?!?” rant.
- A “We are SOOO screwed” rant.
- An “I bet the scientologists have something to do with this” rant.
Not today. Today, I have faith in Charlie Batch. Bring it.