Patience Is The Key
Officially, I can take nineteen, but I don't think that that number is reflective of my cat-like reflexes or my penchant for biting.
How many five year olds can you take in a fight?
Officially, I can take nineteen, but I don't think that that number is reflective of my cat-like reflexes or my penchant for biting.
Back from Munich. Jet-lagged and coming down with another cold. Lugged camera equipment all the way to Germany and took only four pictures, all of them out of focus. Slept like ass last night. Up at the crack of dawn for a day in the Princeton office. Testing our company's disaster recovery process. Grateful for a short day today and the prospect of getting to bed early tonight. More to come.
Have you ever had one of those days when you know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that everyone on the planet is conspiring to ruin your day? Me, too.
Today was a particularly grueling day at work. When it was finally over, I threw on my iPod and, against my better judgment, took a chance on Shuffle Songs. I've had mixed results with this function thus far, but for the first time since I was given the damn thing, my iPod played every one of my favorite songs - in sequence! - for over an hour. It was exactly what I needed and I was grateful for every blessed minute. Steve Jobs, you are a genius.
I think I may have been overly ambitious, expecting to find time to post a blog entry every day when I haven't found time to post a single word in over three months. Never let it be said that I set realistic goals for myself.