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"Hi!"  "Hi, good to see you!" "You too. Thanks for setting this up." "Absolutely! It's always good to connect."  "That's right." "And, by the way, I'm sorry I was late—I was caught up in something right before coming here and it caught me off guard." "Yeah, sure, no problem at all. And, actually, Jennifer said she couldn't make it for this, so she won't be joining us." "Oh! Okay, well that's okay." "I told her I'd sit in and cover as best I could but that we could possibly revisit this if there are still some action items we can't circle back to fully without her." "Of course. Absolutely." "And she may have some questions as well that I can't get to." "Yeah, well, you know, I'm always available. Either you, or Jennifer, you can reach out to me anytime." "Likewise. So, this was—I was brought into the email discussion over th...

A return to form, write-from-the-hip, no editing, in-the-moment lambast of words that probably should have all been edited, second-guessed and scrutinized into something easier to read, but you know what? Fuck it. Sometimes shit's just gotta hit the fan.  How else are you going to get the shit to splat in all the hard to reach places?  Tired this week. Woke up so exhausted I felt drunk. After a long, hot lean against the shower wall (after the requisite washing had taken place), I was awake enough to actually enjoy that sensation a little, actually—since I'm a few years removed from my 'getting fucked up' era. Being 'tired-drunk' is a little bit more fun than being 'alcohol-drunk,' because being 'tired-drunk' doesn't come with the other unsavory side effects of alcoholism. Throbbing headache for one. Being 'tired-drunk' has other trademark 'drunken' characteristics. Euphoria. Delirium. Lowered inhibitions. Easier access to rep...