The balancing act, as always, is time flying by at the speed of Huh? It's May, we're hitting another 'wait, why am I here, again?' marker in the year, which is pushing half over. My job's morphing badly, the department's getting ready to move halfway up teh building, I'm getting nothing done in the sewing room or the fencing salle despite the best of intentions... Best laid plans of mice and men - and a buck forty - gets you a cup of coffee. How 'bout that? ::rolls eyes:: I've got no followthrough on anything, and I'm losing track of what's suffering from boredom versus what's stalling for fear of change, complicated by the Ooh! Shiny!! factor. Focus this, Grasshopper. Meh. Gonna go crawl into a mental hole and shake fist at the sky. Fortunately I know this is mostly me baskign in bitterness, knowing that the proper salve for my wounds is easily found in the MP3 player. When in doubt, make the hamster in your brain bang its head into the wall til it falls down.