I’ve been told twice now that this morning’s post seemed a bit down. Sorry, but that’s the way it is. Work sucks, the San Diego sun tax is eating me alive and BorgHealth decided to remind me I turned forty this year by jacking my premiums by 25%. At least I know that even with that raise, BorgHealth will still never make money off me; I never thought I’d be proud to be a loss-leader.

I did make it into the office this morning, but got disgusted after only about an hour and a half. I brought work home with me but haven’t touched it. Stuck to the moonlighting legal work and some writing for Beachlaw. A good man I worked for in DS in the late 1980s had a great sign in his office: Your failure to plan does not constitute an emergency on my part. I might not be a master of organization, but I take responsibility for that. Some days I wish I had the financial security to put that sign up in my cube now. Gotta be careful or all the tongue biting I’ve been doing is going to result in some serious scarring.

I didn’t even get my Sunday Times today, but did get through the online version. Great article on the holding back of America’s future in the Week In Review, building on a great scene in The Incredibles.

And don’t think I forgot, Cal won yesterday and will probably go to the Rose Bowl. GO BEARS!

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