So Tired...

Tired blood.  Maybe that's my problem.

Although, truth to tell, I'm far more tempted to blame the rest of the world, especially that small segment of it that orbits around our obscure little unit of the multinational menace that is Golden Handcuff Consulting International Amalgamated, Ltd.

Things are, you see, for whatever reason a great deal more hectic than normal.  Next week we're lining up a visit by a Hugely Important Executive; it's our worst season for annoying little manifestations of bureaucracy like budget projections and staff evaluations; and, to add insult to injury, it seems that one of our temporary hires is, to borrow from the late, great Miss Shelley Winters whenever she appeared on any talk show large or small and inevitably raised her onetime friendship with Miss Monroe, a Very Troubled Girl, and has required counseling, a performance plan, and the possible intervention of mental health professionals. Fun.

I have high hopes for the weekend, though, and soon enough I hope to return you refreshed and, if not relaxed, at least ready to face the Seniormost Vice President for Strategic Communications come Monday morning.  Given the odd variety of my professional life over these past three decades, I can honestly say that I have helped wrangle events featuring senior members of the Japanese imperial family that required less intense planning.

The more I think about it, the better an idea Geritol sounds.  Or at least something of similar proof...