18 March 2006

Zone out

No time to think or write or blog.

People remind me to NOT work too hard. But what else is there to do.


I
f and when I suddenly steal an infinitesimal blink of free time in my overbooked professional life, I prefer to think or write about something else.


I wonder if I'll die on the job, a job that happens to keep me alive and well.


So this is boring. No post. No photos.

Time for a break before an irreversible burn out explodes.