Total Geek Alert

Be prepared. Today's Clarity of Vision is not for the faint-of-technological-heart. Someone at work suggested this a while ago, but I could not find the appropriate comments to support it until I ran short of time this morning. So it turned into a geeky cartoon strip.

I had another cartoon in mind for today. I thought of it when I got up with Morris. I still remembered it when I was in the shower this morning. When I got to work, though, I couldn't remember. I do now, but it is too late to develop it for today. I wrote it down in my idea log file.Well, was I right? Too much for some of you?

No cartoon on Monday. It is a holiday. And thanks to those of you who noticed that I did not publish on Tuesday. I was sick.

I imagine we will have almost a skeleton crew in today. For those who have more than 10 days vacation per year, these are the kinds of days they like to use a day here and there. And management is offsite in a strategy session all day.

We saw the girls last night. That was fun.

Anything else? Nothing comes to my mind. I guess I had best get to today's work stuff. It never seems to go away.

Don't get LOST. I'll be back on Tuesday. Have a great Memorial Day.

We Made It to This Week's Pre-Friday

I don't think I am up to 100% yet, but there is so much to do and I don't feel that bad.

Did I tell you that they are moving us to another building for a month or so until they get our space built out and we can move to another building? Yep. So, we move next Tuesday. The company moves computer and peripherals and chair. We have to move everything else. Books, papers, notebooks, leftover cocoa mix.

WARNING: There is another name for a donkey in today's CoV.I saw this in the AP news feed and had to comment.

We have our personal haircutist (haircuttist?) coming to the house Saturday morning. Ah, that's the life.

So far this year, we have only had one 100F day. That is unusual. However, we might make it today, and it looks ominous towards the end of next week. It was only a matter of time. I'd better double check the pool chemicals.

One of my coworkers is using Blogspot to communicate with fellow cruise passengers before they leave for the Caribbean. She asked me for some pointers during lunch today. I hope her questions are not about detailed HTML issues.

Now it's time to say goodbye to all my company. Well, I am saying goodbye to y'all, not my company. Anyway, we'll get together again tomorrow. Right here. Promise.

Back In The Saddle Again

Sorry that I did not post yesterday. I was under the weather. That is a strange phrase, isn't it? I wonder if there is a CoV in it? Anyway, I am gooder today, so I am back in the office and have access to Visio, which is the tool I use to create Clarity of Vision. So, let's look at today's entry. Statistically speaking, it is not one of the top ten.
Today is Alison's last day of teaching Kindergarten. And Kathie finishes school on Friday. Lucky ducks. Hey, why are ducks lucky?

Since I did not feel great yesterday, I did not make it to Chorale practice last night. Then, Dad called and accused me of skipping practice so I could watch the Suns game. So, last week he called me a scofflaw and this week, a slacker. I wonder if all his insults must start with an 'S'?

By missing a day of work, I am so far behind that I have not figured out how far behind I am. I am going to go figure that out. You can wait here until tomorrow or go do your own figuring and come back later. I am suspecting that 0% of you will wait.

Will We Be LOST Without LOST?

We are back to a normal work-a-day life again now that LOST has ended. For me, it kind of went out with a whimper instead of a bang. However, during its run, it certainly made TV discussions a bit more complex compared to CSI-type shows where everything cleans up neatly within an hour. Or compared to House where you can change out the name of the disease and every show is the same. Sure, I watch all of those, but they don't cause family disagreements like LOST did. Hey, would any of you get the DVDs and watch the series again? Will it be like Seinfeld or The Simpsons where you think, "I will watch this for a few minutes" and then sit there for the whole episode?

Oh, I almost forgot. If you did not watch the Target commercials because you used your DVR, look them up on the web and watch them. They were funny. As an example, they showed a scene with the Smoke Monster, then showed a sale on a smoke detector.

Maybe it will end up on Retro TV.Luckily, most of us watched LOST as adults, so we should not revert quite as much as in today's cartoon.

School is almost over, so Kathie and Ali are happy. Work is not, so I am not. However, vacation is coming soon, so Kathie and I are happy. Ali is not going, so she is not.

Let's see. During our recent QCWGN (Queen Creek Walker Game Night), we played Train Game and Apples to Apples. I feel like there was a third one, but I cannot remember right now. Oh, I remember that Alison and I played Sequence while they put the girls to bed.

As always, out time together seems to run out all too soon. Still, I'm so glad we had this time together just to have a laugh or sing a song. Seems we just get started and before you know it comes the time we have to say "So Long." So long.

Yee-Haw! I Made It to Friday Again

We have reached the end of a long week. Well, it was seven days, as usual. However, it felt long. That reminds me of a Jeremiah Johnson quote. "You've come far, pilgrim." "Hah. Feels far."

Sometimes, a long week can be brought on by seemingly unreasonable demands such as the one in today's CoV.Take a look at the Clarity of Vision Blog for an alternative comment that I did not include.

Game night at KLIK. Maybe we'll try Sequence, which I recently picked up at Goodwill for $3. The game crew at work put me on to checking Goodwill for worthwhile games for a really cheap price. I also picked up a large-piece puzzle for the girls, but I will save it until the next time they spend the night.

We had no Survivor party last night since it is over and (Boo!) Sandra won. She is now the first two-time Survivor winner. More disturbing is that it will be on Wednesday nights next season. So, since the folks have choir, there goes Survivor night. Amazing Race is over, too. Tomorrow is the final House. What is going on here? Are we going to have to sit around and talk or something?

I refuse to come in any earlier just to create this post each day. And yet, I keep getting distracted by work before I finish. No wonder Scott Adams quit his job and became a full-time cartoonist for Dilbert. Still, I think I am going to get cracking. Have a good weekend.

Six Workdays Until a Holiday

Nice. We are coming up on a holiday. I could use one. I have been working hard almost 2 hours a day for a long time. I need a break.

Wow. I just got through answering a work email. Already. Don't they know those things have to wait until after I do this important public service? And now, of course, my mind has started work mode and I don't know what to say.

The folks are hiking out to Rainbow Bridge this morning. I hope their Antelope Canyon cruise was nice last night. And I am sure they are having cool weather up there in far north AZ.

In an unrelated note, here is a strip about a dentist office who challenges us to put our money where our mouth is.

Well, I am already thinking about a task the boss assigned, so I am going to leave early. Feel free to stay and browse as long as you like.

Don't Open the Door

Someone was knocking at the door last night. We did not recognize the person (we always peek through the blinds before opening the door) and told Kathie not to open it. She said she thought it was a neighbor and opened it. He asked if I lived there and she knew then that it was a process server for my photo radar ticket in January. Ouch. It cost us $241 to open the door last night. Dad said it was only fair for a scofflaw like me.

Speaking of Dad, he and Mom are heading to Lake Powell for the night. He came by after Chorale and borrowed my camera. They have a nice cruise tonight and a cool-sounding hike tomorrow to Rainbow Bridge, the largest arch in the world (I think that is what he said).

Speaking of thinking I understood what someone said, today's CoV is about what everyone is talking about with regards to AZ. This strip is not about the policy per se. It is more a silly statement on mislabeling buses to ship anyone that wants to CA (or is it really just to give them to the government and let them deal with it)? See, there are no real answers.

The director of the East Valley Chorale had us practice some Christmas songs last night. No, we are not really going to sing them yet. He is trying to determine what our Christmas program will include later in the year and wanted to hear the songs now. It was kind of fun. Maybe next week, we can sing Easter songs?

Not too many meetings today, so I hope to knock out some open tasks today. I also need to reschedule a meeting with the boss. We missed yesterday when he waited here at my desk and I went over to his building and waited at his desk. I think it is his fault since my meeting request had clearly stated "Location: Dan's Office." He would be Dan, you see.

Wow, my self-determined time for writing this post has passed, so I am getting of the blog bus. You are welcome to stay on, if you choose. Who knows, maybe it is like a trip to Disneyland for you? You know, the Happiest Place on Earth?

2 and 20

Today is day 2 of workweek 20. We are sneaking up on being halfway through the year. Wow. How can the year pass by quickly when the days seem to crawl?

Let's crawl into bed with a nice cup of hot chocolate and read a good cartoon strip. OK, too hot for hot chocolate? How about a Coke and an average strip? Fine, a water and a CoV, then.
I already voted today. I was number 4 at our local polling place. Kathie must have been number three. She called and said, "Come by now. I was number three in line." Now, we will see what impact it has on our family since we have three teachers. AZ is voting on a three-year, one cent sales tax to help fund education. What do you mean, did I vote no? Of course not.

Five meetings today. Gross, huh? Lunch is 1/2 of a Schlotzsky's sandwich. That makes up for 1-1/2 of the meetings. Chorale practice tonight. That makes up for 2-1/2 of the meetings. Oh good, it has all balanced out.

Did I mention they are moving us to another building later this week? I have already started doing a bit of desk cleaning, but not too much and certainly not enough yet. This building is on a cul-de-sac and they say getting out in the afternoon is madness. And there is insufficient parking, so that is yucky. Anything else I can fuss about? I am certain I can find something.

However, neither you nor I have time to listen. Let's go out and wrestle Tuesday into submission.

Wait! Where Did the Weekend Go?

It is already a work day? I was just getting into the groove of the weekend. And then, last night, Survivor ate up the whole evening. We didn't even get to play a game. And my choice of winners was wrong. Oh, the agony of defeat.

If only we had a good color commentator on the show, we might have seen the ending coming.
What else? We kept the Grands Friday night. We took them to a production of The Jungle Book put on by Kathie's school. Then, off to McDonalds so they could run off energy on the playground. Then, on Saturday morning, we let them splash in the pool while I cleaned it (it's still a bit cool for swimming). We met Kyle and Lyndsay for lunch at the Queen Creek Olive Mill. Good food, but a touch expensive. We ate outside and let the girls run around a bit.

I see by the display in the bottom right of my screen that it is time to begin some actual work. Thanks for hanging out with me for a bit. Have a good Monday.

Out On a Limb

Well, not anymore. I waited at home this morning while the tree trimmers cleaned up where our trees hung over the neighbor's yard and house and over our house. No longer. So, the west side of our yard looks weirdly empty. Due to the cost, I had to wait on having the front palms either trimmed or removed.

Today's CoV is based on someone telling me a similar story from last weekend. The juxtaposition of the book title and the fact that she does sweat the small stuff was too must to pass up.
We've got the girls tonight. I think they are going to a school production of The Jungle Book early in the evening, then we'll catch dinner. I bought a large puzzle that I think Bella should enjoy. We have several TV programs taped (I think they both will enjoy Sex and the City). I moved the Dora bed into our bedroom for Bella. Kendall's bed is made up.

Since I just got into the office, I am already being distracted by stuff around me, so I don't have a lot to blabber about. I will let you get your weekend on.

Terrific Thursday

A friend said to me this morning, "It's a beautiful morning." They are correct. The temp was oh-so-nice. A touch of clouds, so no sun in the eyes. Traffic seemed lighter than normal. We watched LOST last night. Tonight is Survivor Party night at the folks. I imagine I will be saying, "Oh, what a beautiful day" at the end of it.

Yes, it is an old joke, but one perfectly suited to my childlike sense of humor. And after all, aren't I really writing this for me and you just share in its hilarity?

Four meetings on the docket today. Luckily, three of them are only 30-min each. That shouldn't be too bad, right?

My cubicle neighbor is here early today, so I am going to go ahead and drop off this conversation. I don't really have much to say. True, it doesn't usually stop me, and probably would not today if she were not already here. It seems she is headed to Schertz, TX in Aug, so she is sharing that with me even as I type. I'll be back tomorrow, even if I don't have anything to say.

One Day More

Whenever I think of the phrase "one more day," I hear it in my mind as Jean Val Jean singing One Day More from Les Miserables. That is easily one of my favorite musicals. I wouldn't mind seeing Wicked again, though. That is right up there.

Why am I on a musical kick? Oh yeah. I was going to write that today is our LOST day, and we will be one more day closer to the end. Will someone die tonight? I can hardly wait. It is also our Glee night, but I do not expect anyone to die on that one. And I heard that Chuck has been picked up for 13 episodes. I am not sure where they will take it, since the last few sure looked like end-of-life stuff.

Well, my DVR may be flooded with things to watch, but that is not what today's CoV is about.
I see both sides of this law in AZ, but that does not mean I shouldn't lampoon the situation in a comic. After all, I commented on Tiger's mess yesterday. And the TSA on Monday. No, I am not becoming a political cartoonist. Just a weirdo that tries to find the funny to feed my CoV habit.

Thanks to Dad for coming over and fixing our sprinkler system. There was a leak in the pipe that allowed water to spray the valve's electrical connections. So, they corroded a bit and no longer made contact. This meant that they never opened and our grass has been dying. So, the grass is now being watered, but the drip system has a clog somewhere. Dad thinks the juniper bush checked the tubing. Poor little tubing never hurt nobody. Just doing its job. And apparently, you are supposed to periodically check the drip heads to make sure they are not clogged. Who knew? So we may have to lay new tubing and drip heads.

I hear work calling. And that, my friends, is a sad way to end this, but nonetheless.

I Agree With Justin

A certain Jack we know is turning very dark. You would think he knows this is the last 24 hours he may have.

It is Chorale practice night. This morning, though, I am coughing a lot. I hope I feel up to going to practice. I am sure I will.

Today, we get another golf analogy from a recent golfer's misdeeds. This is currently the last of this series. However, I never say never.
That stinking (literally, probably) oil spill continues in the Gulf of Mexico. They need to get it shut off so that (a) wildlife is not threatened, (b) the coastline can be restored, and (c) it won't mess up our reunion trip next month. Come on, BP. Get it figured out.

I just saw an article saying 11-hour days are bad for the heart. Whew! It is a good thing I stop at 10-1/2 hours. There is also one saying Iran could fire a nuclear missile in two years. Could happen? Two years? Did they get their intel from a psychic? A lot of things could happen in two years. Charles Barkley could be a governor. Tiger could have an affair. Playboy could have a 3D centerfold. Oh wait. There's another article that says that one is already true.

I am going to start work now so that I don't have to work an 11-hr day. I am not sure my heart could take it. Y'all take care now, y'hear?

It's Just a Cartoon, Nephew

Yes, we do have a nephew working for the TSA in the Dallas area. Still, with one TSA agent saying disparaging remarks about what they see in a scan of another agent, my keen journalistic sense tells me a CoV is in order.
We had a great Mother's Day weekend. Of course, I don't know what my wife would say, but I thought it was good. No, actually, she told me the same thing. And yesterday, we spent the afternoon and evening over at KLIK's. We started with a delicious lunch and ended with the Suns winning their series over their nemesis, the San Antonio Spurs. In between, we ate some more, had some Mother's Day gifts opened, and played several games. This weekend, we played Bang!, Take the Train, Loot, and Sequence. Throughout each game, one of Lyndsay's relatives kept asking, "Do you know how to play games like Hearts or Spades?" We all booed him down.

I put up some info about Jeremiah Johnson yesterday. I found it when I was wondering where it was filmed. No, not in Colorado, but in Utah, especially near Sundance.

I think the girls are supposed to spend Friday might with us, so we have got to clean up that middle bedroom this weekend. And we have not done anything about the bathroom leak yet. I did contact our insurance agent and got a name of a company they recommend to investigate.

The pool is getting close to swimming temperature. That will be nice. I think the evening temperatures in the 60s are cooling it each night, even with daytime temps in the mid-90s. Soon, though.

OK, enough chit-chat. Let's get productive.

Interesting Facts About Jeremiah Johnson

I have been watching Jeremiah Johnson the last few days. That motivated me to look up where it was filmed, which led to other facts. Here is what I found.

With a story that both mythologized man-in-nature and shed a somewhat harsh light on the "Manifest Destiny" that drove white people across the continent taking land from the Indians, Jeremiah Johnson (1972) was perfectly in sync with the prevailing counter-cultural attitudes of the time. The film's environmental themes (close to the heart of star Robert Redford) and its anti-establishment, Thoreau-like message struck a chord with audiences and made this a hit, another worthy entry in the Vietnam-era cycle of Westerns - among them Arthur Penn's Little Big Man (1970) and Robert Altman's McCabe and Mrs. Miller (1971) - that were critical of civilization's negative effect on the wilderness.

Redford and Sydney Pollack became close friends when they appeared together in War Hunt (1962). Pollack first directed Redford in This Property Is Condemned (1966), and since that time the two had been looking for another property on which to collaborate. Pollack wanted Redford for his film Castle Keep (1969), but the actor passed on it. Redford, in turn, hoped Pollack would direct him in The Candidate (1972), but the director wasn't very interested in the project. Finally they settled on this script, purportedly based on the life of a real trapper known as "Liver-Eatin' Johnson," so called because of the way he disposed of his victims. The screenplay, based on both a novel and a story, was adapted by Edward Anhalt and John Milius, who later wrote Apocalypse Now (1979) and directed Conan the Barbarian (1982).

In this adaptation, Johnson moves into the Rocky Mountains in 1830 to escape civilization. After learning survival techniques from a grizzled old trapper, he heads deeper into the wilderness, encountering a settlement that has been wiped out by marauding Indians, leaving only a deranged woman and her son alive. Johnson takes the boy under his wing, and the two rescue another trapper, who slips some Indian scalps into Johnson's saddlebag when he sees Indians approaching. The friendly tribe, however, hails Johnson as a hero for having taken the scalps of their enemies and presents him with a bride. For a time it seems as if Johnson will settle into some semblance of a home life with his adopted son and wife, but when he is forced to escort a cavalry unit across sacred Crow burial grounds, the Crow take their revenge by killing the woman and boy. Consumed by hatred for the tribe, Johnson becomes a vengeful killer, picking off the Crow one by one. Finally weary of years of killing, he rides off farther into the Canadian wilderness after a last encounter that demonstrates a grudging respect the Crow have gained for their mountain-man enemy.

After advancing Redford $200,000 for the picture, Warner Bros. panicked over the cost and informed Pollack he would have to shoot it all on the back lot. But the director and star insisted it could only be shot on location in Zion National Park, Utah (near Redford's Sundance home). The studio finally agreed when Pollack guaranteed to shoot it in Utah for the same cost as a backlot production. That put severe budget constraints on the project, leaving them no amenities (such as dressing rooms, wardrobe, or even a bathroom for much of the shoot). Pollack finally had to mortgage his home to complete the picture.

Money wasn't the only problem, however. The harsh mountain conditions and uncooperative weather nearly brought them to disaster time after time. Heavy snows prevented riding horses, so they improvised by laying a thousand yards of chain link fence on top of the snow and covering it with white material so the horses wouldn't sink into the heavy drifts. Even worse, the director and star felt their script still needed work and weren't sure how to pull all the narrative threads together. The biggest problem was that in the original story, the Crow attack against Johnson's family was unmotivated. True to the spirit of the times and their own consciences, Redford and Pollack agonized over how to motivate Johnson's killing spree without having it seem as if the Indians were merely savages who asked for it. Finally, Anhalt came up with the idea of having Johnson unwillingly violate the burial ground.

Redford had at least one moment of fear for his life while filming. Near the end of production, with only Redford, Pollack and a helicopter pilot remaining of the 70-person crew, the director decided he needed one last shot of Johnson, photographed from high above, as a tiny figure disappearing across a field of snow. They dropped Redford off high in the mountains and while he was walking, the copter disappeared (having to return to base for more film). Redford had no idea what happened. Turning his fear into a spiritual experience, he lay down in the snow and waited, savoring "the soundlessness of every moment - nothing but an occasional echo over the tip of a glacier."

The film was made before The Candidate but held up until the second picture could be released to take advantage of election-year publicity. Upon Jeremiah Johnson's release, Warner Bros. did little to promote it, but Redford broke his own rule and traveled extensively to generate interest in what he considered one of his favorite projects. The tactic paid off; the film got mostly rave reviews and earned more than $22 million in the U.S. and Canada alone. Redford and Pollack went on to make five more pictures together.

Speaking of Downhill Slope

Let's start with today's Clarity of Vision. We all remember what a slippery slope Tiger was on for a while.
Also on a slope is Russell on Survivor. How much longer will he stay in the game? He has already lasted longer than I guessed that he would. Well, by May 16, we will know.

I admit that I have a selfish reason for wanting them to get a handle on the oil rig leak near the Louisiana coast. We will be there in just one month. Hopefully, the dome solution they are trying will at least control the leak. The only thing worse would be for them to run out of beignets at Cafe du Monde.

So, at Kyle's workplace, they have this cool device controlling the doors. It looks like a standard keypad, but they are clear keys with LEDs behind them. Once you press a Start button, the numbers appear in random locations on the pad. So, you may have a single code, but the keys are always in a different location. That way, no one can spy and memorize your code (unless they can actually view the numbers). However, the angle of the pad makes that unlikely. I thought it was neato.

No, I cannot stay and chat. I got caught up in email before I started today's CoV, so now, I have run out of time. I need to prepare my usual 8:30am Agenda, so I will say adieu. Adieu. To you and you and you.

On This Week's Downhill Slope

Well, we are trudging towards the end of another week. That's a positive we can all embrace. Embrace it, I say.

Apparently, Alison avoided an accident with a spinning car this morning. She said her car is OK, but a flung rock demolished her windshield. I guess we'll check it out this afternoon. Still, Praise God that nothing worse happened.

98F yesterday, but only 93F today. Woo Hoo. A cool spell. Still, this hints at warmer times ahead.

Let's get past Billy the Kidder and back to a more normal, unthemed strip, OK. Here. Read a dachshund joke.
The game-playing crew moved out of our building yesterday. How am I going to see new games? And in their new building, they said the break room is small. So how are they even going to be able to gather 6-8 at a table? Oh, the times, they are a-changing.

LOST? Surprising. Glee? Crazy with Olivia Newton John. Survivor? That's not until tonight, silly. Amazing Race? Ends this coming Sunday.

Star Wars Day?

Nobody told me yesterday was Star Wars Day. I did not even get the day off. And as you remember, when the original movie came out in 1977, I saw it 17 times in the theater. It was so amazing and groundbreaking. Oh, why is yesterday Star Wars Day? It was May 4. So, May the Fourth be with you. I need to put that on my Outlook calendar so I can maybe satirize it in CoV. Don't let me forget.

Lauri, I am so sorry that I missed your concert on Monday. I totally spaced on it. I heard it was very good, but the folks had to get you back to the church early the next morning, so not much time for visiting. I'll catch you next time, I promise.

Craig, you are HP now, huh? Is that a good or bad thing? It sounds bad for Mac users. For me, no, I still have not decided, but while I am a Mac person at home, I would probably need to be convinced why the hassle would be worth it at work.

You will be happy to know that I am almost finished with the Billy the Kidder theme in CoV. right now, tomorrow should be the last. No promises, though. As I write it, in my mind, I hear the voice sounding like The Unknown Comic from the old Gong Show with Chuck Barris.
I know the folks go home and watch LOST on Tuesday nights after Chorale practice, but that is too late for us working folks. So, as usual, tonight is LOST and Glee catch-up night. And I recorded Jeremiah Johnson, so sometime, I get to see how far that pilgrim has come. I wonder if he has kept his hair?

Only two meetings scheduled for today, so I should be able to catch up with the minutes and action items from the VP meeting on Monday. So, I think I'll get ready with the 8:30am Agenda. Let's get together tomorrow. Have your people call my people and set it up.

Still Employed

OK, the big meeting went fine yesterday. I did walk out with six pages of To Do items, though. Most of them involve meetings and emails that I need to manage so we can reduce the total number of projects and requests. The slide presentation yesterday ended up being 110 pages long. And we covered about 100 of them. My 2pm meeting got cancelled. My 3pm meeting was held without an agenda and we just talked about the implications of the VP meeting. Today should be much calmer.

Nothing calms us down like a good laugh. Here is today's CoV. No, it is not a good laugh. I'm just saying nothing calms us down like one.
Yesterday was 84F, and today is 94F. If this trend continues, I do not want to be around by Thursday. Ha ha.

My boss is definite Mac bigot and he thinks I should get a MacBook instead of a new laptop. However, since so much of our corporate solutions are PC-based, I am not convinced. And I would have to use Mac Office, which is a bit less full-featured than regular MS Office. Many websites render differently. But I sure would like a Mac. Stay tuned.

My, how time flies. I need to get going on the agenda for today's 8:30am meeting, so I will leave you waiting expectantly for tomorrow's thrilling post.

A Saturday and Sunday at Home

Well, I ended up not feeling well this past weekend, so I stayed in to be sure I was well for my presentation to the VP today. It is at noon, so prayers are welcome.

Where did today's CoV come from? I was thinking, but cannot remember what brought it to mind. I did walk in to Kathie and told her and she thought the title was cute. If I was an artist, this would be much more cleverly drawn.
Since I was laid up during the weekend, I watched a lot of basketball. I also watched a lot of Mythbusters (some of them I had seen before).

Hmm. I don't feel very chatty this morning. I don't think I am nervous about the meeting later, but maybe I am. Plus, I still have my daily 8:30am that I need to get ready for. I also have a 3pm that I lead, so I will need to plan for that. I am part of a 2pm meeting today, too, but I usually let another guy lead that one and I just capture notes.

Well, no need to bore you just because I am not creative. Let's all get to work. I'll see you tomorrow.