I’m instructed to start writing here. Oh, and write about debacle.  That’s it

Well, let’s see, I could write about the election, but I’m already tired of that.

I could write about the weather, there’s not much of a debacle there, but we are having a drought.  We have well water, so without more rain, we would run out of water, the pipes could freeze, I could work myself into a frenzy of worry.  That would be a debacle.

I have a glass of Jack Daniels on the rocks within reach.  I was worried I might need something given the subject matter.

I just took a sip.  Ahh.

I could go back to the election, no I won’t.

I don’t have too many debacles in my life now.  I have survived some personal crises over the last few years that I would classify as more than debacles.

On the scale of debacles, nightmares, shitstorms, disasters, plagues, etc. are probably worse than debacles.

Debacles seem like something just got all screwed up.

I’m supposed to write for 7 minutes, so there’s 2 minutes left.  I’m running out of things to say.  Not quite a debacle.

The market crashes for me were debacles when I was a financial advisor.  My firm got bought out and I had to change firms, I was losing more than my shirt.

Now that was a debacle!