Back in the saddle again

It’s a good thing I didn’t blog last night. After driving 200 miles in five hours with two screaming kids and one over-stressed wife, I popped the cork off my favorite cheap red and proceeded to quiet the echoing voices in my head. Excelsior Cab, $7.99 at Central Market. I’ve asked them to get Stormhoek, but they haven’t found it yet. It probably isn’t cheap, either. I didn’t even ask.

Anyway, I didn’t even take my laptop on our “vacation” after all. One of my clients advised me to leave it behind — even though she’s patiently awaiting delivery of a new feature from me. It’s nice to have clients who are people, too. And it was good to get away from the buzz for a while. Or at least, that buzz. But when I got back online last night, I had over 200 non-spam e-mail messages waiting for me. By the time I zipped through those (delete, delete, delete) and then read the comments on my blog entries (sipping all the while) I was feeling pretty cheerful.

Which is why it’s a good thing I didn’t blog last night. Any angst or ire would have only come through as tearful blubbering. That goes for happy thoughts, too. No need to wail out to everyone in the blogosphere about how much I love you and how much I missed you over the weekend and isn’t it so cool that two of my favorite bloggers got into an almost heated conversation in my absence. So I spared the world.

Needless to say (but I will, anyway), I’ve got a ton of work to catch up on. Plus, I have to knock off early today — meeting an old high school friend and his family in Seattle for dinner tonight. I haven’t seen him in about 18 years. Should be interesting catching up.

I’m not even going to try to skim the 488 unread feed items in my aggregator (make that 504 — it just polled again). If I fail to respond to anything that you intended to get my attention, it probably fell victim to a hasty “Mark Feed Read”.