The Bends

Ola folks. I am writing you in the throes of post-vacation decompression. Half of me is still half-drunk in a Gananoque country club, making stupid faces at a wall of digital cameras and hugging everything that moves; the other half is back in stupid reality - dead sober, stressed, and madly preparing for a customer visit on Friday. My vacationing brain is making plans to watch the hockey game and take advantage of the sun, meanwhile my responsible brain is kicking my lazy vacationing ass to get back to work. Slack brain is still reading on the plane and eating ridiculous amounts of unhealthy food. Work brain is giving up and going home. Win!

Thanks to all of you we met and hugged and touched inappropriately (sorry Steve) on our Wedding & Baby Tour. Thanks for the early birthday cake, and the loaner baby gear, and the long comfortable conversations, and the chance to act like an immature student again. By my math, there are few weddings left to be had, and thus fewer events for which we all will be in the same spot together again. So - be sure to call and drop in whenever you hit the east coast. I'll make sure the place is looking tip-top. And that my fly is up.

And locals - drinks soon, yo.

Okay. Back to work.