I have not dropped off the face of the earth. But it’s becoming an attractive alternative to my current situation.
My boss left to pursue being green — probably both ecologically and in cash.

I have more stuff to do than a New York ho during Fleet Week.  My brain is overworked, my fingers are cramped from typing, I am Power Pointing in my sleep, and last night, I passed out at 8:30 p.m. I think old age is upon me.

Now, I love being busy. But what is it all those self-help people say? All things in moderation? God, there is NOTHING remotely moderate about this.

I know I can rise to this challenge. I just wish it had come in stages.