Busy morning...
Waking up at 7 is early for most folks, but when you’re due to pick-up a pal at 7 and you wake-up @ 7 on the dot, it’s dead late… I was supposed to get Gary at Nolan Ford this morning, but I ended-up 20 minutes late after a panicked, flight-of-the-bumblebee race around my house. Didn’t shave, and that just feels icky… * * * News: I’ve got my own office. Sort of. My perennial office-mate, Patrick, moved up to the 3rd floor, leaving his side of the office empty. I soldiered-on in the old furniture configuration for a couple days: ...