Deal or no deal?

I've been given an offer I can't refuse.

Someone wants me to be an editor at a magazine. The pay is good, the hours decent, and I'll be able to direct TV in a while (just like I used to). And yes, I can play a doctor on TV.

There's more. I cannot say no.

I will be gunning for this job. Footage on Friday.

Which is why I am invoking John Milton's Dante in 'Paradise Lost'.

"With thee conversing I forget all time,
All seasons, and their change,--
all please alike.

Sweet is the breath of morn,
her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun
When first on this delightful land he spreads
His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,
Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth
After soft showers; and sweet the coming on
Of grateful ev'ning mild; then silent night
With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,

And these the gems of heaven, her starry train:
But neither breath of morn when she ascends
With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun
On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower,
Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers,
Nor grateful ev'ning mild, nor silent night
With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon

Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet."

Money, money, moneeey.

Give it to meeee.