So, not only did the drama at the council meeting suck the wind right out of the sails, now it seems the freelance wants to explode as well. We're going from doldrums to being caught in a whirlpool.
I'm about to start singing "O, Fortuna" from Carmina Burana.
Edit Oh, it's one of those, "We may need your help, please stand by while we hear back from everybody. Oh, BTW, we don't have any budget for 'art'," jobs. Greeeaaaaat.
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