“I’m happy to take this offline and drive a strategy around this.”
See, now I find that odd. Because I’ve heard that Strategy’s are a pain to drive…. around anything. Lack of responsiveness, annoying torque steer, darty acceleration, and a vague off center feel. Frankly, I like something with a sportier ride.

I started back to work today. And I mean that in the loosest sense. Once I made my way through the 600+ emails I had, I was pretty lost. I asked EvilDeb what is was I did every day, that I remembered being busy. She doesn’t know. I figure that whatever it was I did, it was top secret. Nobody else knows, and I didn’t write it down. Perhaps, even now, a communique is on it’s way, to tell me of my next mission. Should I chose to accept it.
River, Princess Gwendolyn (aka: Princess Pancake) cannot poison people! She is a good princess! She might fall prey to some poisoning plots, however. But no snake bites! Oh my god… none of those terrible snakes. I cannot read any more about them and still keep my “I’m not afraid of snakes” philosophy. What P.G. does need, however, is an animal companion, on her quest. A talking animal companion. I’m currently open to suggestions. I’m leaning towards monkey. I can tell you right now, no birds. Maybe she’ll have a snake!

Last day of sabbatical. I guess I was soooo excited I couldn’t sleep. I woke up at five. I tried and tried to go back to sleep. I was even too restless to just lie there, all snuggly in my comforters. I don’t mind going back to work tomorrow. It’s probably time. I’m going to run out of money if I don’t. It’s going to be hard, tho. After a week of vacation, it’s hard enough for me to get back into the swing of things, I don’t know what three weeks off is going to do to me. After vacations, I feel sort of like someone coming out of a dark cave, into the light, for the first time in a long time. Blinking and blurry, rubbing my eyes… disoriented. Sort of like… being born. Yes, coming back from vacation is a lot like birth, leaving the soft, comforting, dark womb for the bright, sterile, chaotic hospital room. Only your head isn’t all squished into a point. Hopefully.
My estimation is that it takes one day for each week you are off, to recover and get back into the swing of things.