…though clearly I am here. Just making sure everyone knows I haven’t completely disappeared from view. This has been a tough week. The only good thing has been to walk outside for the few minutes I’ve had between calls and smell the fragrant air, enjoy the sun, and wonder what it would be like to have a free hour or two to just go hit some balls.

It’s awful – I mean, this is THE time of year to be playing a round of golf or two or three. The temps are in the low ’80s – perfect golf weather – and they won’t last forever, that’s for sure. A month from now it will be in the 90s and on a fast track to triple digits. But the bag sits ignored in the garage, still wrapped in it’s travel bag. There just isn’t time.

But it’s all OK – to attend Ash Wednesday service and have the priest remind you that “you are dust, and to dust you shall return” is kind of sobering. I’m alive and (at least I think) in good health, with a roof over my head, a roomful of rabbits vegging out in the other room, a lovely wife asleep in the room beside the rabbits, fresh water coming out of the tap, and a refrigerator full of food, and gainfully employed. The rest of the world should be so lucky.

And it will get even better once I get the surf mp3 player out – maybe even tomorrow!

Just a thought: it could always be worse. The priest could have said, “You are dust, and to your dusty house you shall return. Ever think about cleaning it?”