Happy Sunday, y'all.
Here's the bad news (I always like to hear the bad news first -- kind of like I always eat the cake first and save the frosting for last): I'm working right now. I'm "working" right now, actually, because I can't fool you. The point is that it's 8 a.m. on Sunday and I smell good and my hair is combed. It's not natural.
Here's the good news: We finish mid-day today, and after I pack up from this meeting and take my buddies to lunch one last time and see their taillights as they head to the airport, I'm done. Also, SLY B is home. Also, we're taking next week off.
It's good to have more good news than bad news.