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A Week of Monday Fundays

So...the plan was to give a daily update last week...you know, kind of a 'this is how the day went' (which, really is probably the definition of a daily update, isn't it?)...turns out that I really didn't even want to flip on the laptop or the iPad by the time I got back to the hotel room each night.

I'm not lie...it was a long week.

And...I'm scatter brained right now...there's some dude at the terminal gate right now that's having a conversation with someone that sounds like Cleveland and it's just like a fork on a chalk board. I'm thinking 'Dude...you need to sit NEXT to the person. Nobody at the gate wants to hear you talking this bullshit across the aisle about Deron and this module or that module'.

I will try to do a better job this week of keeping my 5 loyal readers updated.

We're at the gate now...and for the life of me I just can't concentrate enough to finish this one in the manner it should be finished. So....when I get on the plane, I'll give it a shot. Or else I'll update it tonight at the hotel.

 

They're getting ready to board.

 

Peach out.

-A.T.

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