I have been off the last six days, and during the entire time felt like the dog’s breakfast. During the time when I like to do small indoor home-improvement projects, spend time with the oglet, make a couple bucks side gigging, I was basically in bed dreaming about hunting the Snuggles bear with a 416 rigby bolt-action, breathing through my mouth. I return to a big pile of work tomorrow, and my excitement at the prospect is a hyperactive weasel in my bowels. I hope 2005 comes together better than 2004, workwise. I love my gig, and I have no doubt it will present me with adequate challenges. I just hope i have the tools to withstand them.