Not quite trepidation

Today is Inspection Day at the new digs, and while I'm expecting no surprises — this is why The Expert was called in, after all — surprises, by definition, are not expected.

So what we have here, essentially, is a manifestation of my innate pessimism. And that's no surprise either.

(Update, 8 pm: Not too shabby, if I say so myself. More important, someone who does this for a living said so himself, which makes me feel a little better.)

Posted at 7:30 AM to Surlywood