Yesterday I should've been paid by the number of questions I was asked. A random assortment of topics and often competing platforms. In-person. By phone. E-mail. Drive-bys. Skype. Then add a call at home.
Once I got home, about all I could handle was two episodes of Oprah's Australian Adventure. I have to go to Australia. Got to see it. I also need to be one of Oprah's ultimate viewers before she wraps the show. I think I qualify. Watching her trip to Oz reminded me that I need to use the birthday gift I gave myself - scuba lessons. I'm on it.
Readers, I'd like you to know that during the middle of this post, I spilt an entire grande coffee on my desk. I hadn't even had the first sip. That's 16 ounces of coffee. It ran down the front. The back. It soaked through three documents and then just pooled in the middle and said "hey mister, clean this up."
I did. I regrouped. I Clorox wiped. And I'm ready. My voicemail light is on.