I am burning out. Losing my temper, knocking hats off of people’s heads, sending flame mails without pulling a Lincoln and parking them for a few days. Too many days beginning at 6:30 am and ending at 10 pm. I have an ear callous from my headset. I am dour. I am sour.
So, following my 9:30 call, some rapid decision making on some pressing issues, I am checking the heck out for the balance of the day, Blackberry will still tether me to the brawl. At 3 pm I intend to be hiking out on the deck of Number 19 with a son or daughter next to me steering around the race course on the last Friday afternoon of July.
The rest will have to wait until Monday.