As you can tell, I have not titled this post. I have not been able to come up with anything appropriate to name it, so to honor my lack of enthusiasm, I will not name the post!

I have been running a little bit, here and there, after the Mercedes. This is not a post race funk. Rather it is a work funk. Some of us have been working some long hours for the last couple of months. I was in Vidalia, GA last week and worked some long hours under some not so nice conditions. Heading back down to Vidalia on Thursday morning. Things just sort of start grinding on you, you know what I mean? An earlier post I had mentioned that I am Dilbert. Let's take it a step further . . . . remember seeing the commercials where the man is working with a bunch of chimpanzees? Yep-that's my office. I love my work. I love what I do. If we could just keep management and executives from making decisions, we'd all be better off. Example: exec #1 says "Hey, we can outsource some of the major capital work and reduce staff". Exec #2 says "BRILLIANT". Jim and remaining co-workers not only try to do what is left of their work and the work that fellow fallen staff has left behind. We are also directed to help the company that we have outsourced to. Would some of you accounting types or executives out there please explain to me how this works!!!! Anyway. I still have tons of MY work to do between now and mid-April. Additionally, I am getting phone calls on an almost dailey basis from the company that took over our big jobs asking for help. If I had made this kind of decision, I'd have to fire myself.

I will keep on plodding. Figuratively and literally.

I am hoping to start back to concentrating on running. Susan wants to try to make an effort at the Nashville Music City Half. I guess we're going to buckle down and start training for it.