Been busy busy today getting some work underway for client number 2. Keep em coming. You know. So I'm staring at the pile of bills on the piano carefully sorting out which should go in pile A (never), B (doubtful), C (wishful), and D (soonish?). It's kind of like Monopoly bills instead of Monopoly money. None of it seems real. But it all works out after a beer or two. Yah, wish we had some in the house. Must be a suitable RX around here somewhere.
Man, I must be impressing you with my marketing know-how so far. I'm so hot I can't touch myself. sssssssss!
Excuse me, but our daughter is spinning herself into a frenzy, on her belly, in blurry circles around and around on the piano stool.
Disaster pending.
I'll be back.
