Pardon the Interruption

This obsessive compulsive sort may be running himself into the ground. My work caseload imploded to the extent that it required the shuffling of human beings and paperwork to better homes. The emotionally charged relocations have required longer work hours and thereby taken me away from my normal desk duties. Moving entertainment centers and triple dressers with vanity mirrors in freezing temperatures has also been physically exhausting. I have strapped this Girl Friday to my desk until I return.

On the homefront, I am within pages of finishing up a book that took me six steady years to write and twenty years thinking about how to write it up to publishing standards. While tooling and editing the final chapters with manic glee, I got a call to be a background extra in a movie. That gig has turned into something bigger at the worst possible time. I am running on pure adrenaline now with an expected crash impact time of this Sunday morning.

My next post will be from the other side of dawn. Pardon the interruption.