The Banzai Chronicles

Late check of email revealed that I'm flying solo on my usual evening with Connor and sometimes Sara. While I'd have enjoyed their company, I'm also prepared to accept the change in plans as a gift of space and rest. Smallville instead of Enterprise on a lark; Angel in under an hour. Living on pizza this week, more than I've had in the past month.

Worked a little late wrestling the financial computer system to the ground. Learned a way to almost accomplish my goal (just as Edison learned thousands of ways not to make a light bulb); now there are reports and backup files labelled "FUBAR" for my reference in pressing on. I'm close.

Keep thinking the busyness will slow after next weekend, but the truth of the matter is that's simply as far forward as I can see. Holding up well thus far, or being held. It's an exciting time with some critical points peppering the path. My metaphors are crossed and I don't mind.