My bride emailed to tell of the understandable chaos over at Lockheed-Martin:
I had a chance to skim [the site] a bit this morning, but then things got a little crazy, since all kinds of meetings with Generals and such are being cancelled right and left because of all this crap.
Just tell that schmuck to die already.
There’s a war on, babe, and you work for a vital part of it. Be frustrated, but be a little proud, too.
Within seconds, I had an answer.
I’m a lot proud.
But really, die already!
I love that girl.