Business has been bad for so long that it’s tough buckling down now that I’ve got a couple big projects to work on. Why does the work come up when its beautifully sunny outside? Why do petitions need to be filed and served just when Pongo’s returning strength warrants long therapeutic walks in the canyon? Now that the scabs are off the hand it should be in the water several hours each day, and not doing the backlog of dishes. As I recall it, the collective bargaining agreement amongst the personalities mandates a two-hour poolside lunch as a condition of employment. Oh well, as Quicken constantly reminds me, I need the business more than the tan.

[Pongo telepathically takes over]. Stop posting to the blog. Now. Get back to work. If you don’t earn money, I don’t go to Baja this fall, and that’s not an acceptable option. I’m stealing a sock for each post you make, so stop before you have to wear those hideous argyle things. [Control returned to Chuck]

Uh oh…gotta run.

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