...to Joannie, Keila, and Emily for completing the Chicago marathon. Studs all around.
Meanwhile, I'm locked in my own personal marathon at work. All my days are melding together in a haze of meetings, e-mail, phone calls, and frantic strategizing. I think I'm at mile 20, but I can't tell. I know I'm close to hitting the wall, but maybe I'm not. I've lost touch with the world. It's just a two way road from the office to my bed and back. I didn't think I had more of these in me after five years, but the new folks on my team have been inspiring in their dedication, and at a certain point in every project you enter a trance where you just lock onto that marker in distance and it's all you think about.
All of you whose e-mails and phone calls have gone unreturned, know that I am alive. My captors have not harmed me and are treating me well. Send pictures of your new kids, dogs, houses, etc. And food.
The first set of these shorts were a lot of fun, though likely not nearly as fun as driving a souped-up BMW at Seattle International Raceway. Someday.
Posted by eugene at October 16, 2002 12:28 AM