Greetings from my cubicle space

I'm swamped. And it does feel like I am wearing duct tape on the bottom of my shoes and walking around work, I feel like I am sinking. Of course not in the quicksand way, but in the sense that as soon as I complete one project, I can seventeen more dumped on me. And it should be like this until the end of the year.

Sweet Jesus Christ on the Cross.

But outside of that, all is well in Speechless in Mpls land. I wish I had more to let people know about. But I'm blinded by the light, that shining, glaring, light or blight is work. And while I am happy with my projects and the success of stuff, it has clogged up my ability to notice the finer details that happen in my everyday life. I'm not as "in tune" with the world, which is also why my RBall picks have been mediocre at best the last two weeks. No time. Hardly any time to read Sports Guy. Listen to NPR or The Current. or search the web for other things I enjoy. Seriously, I haven't checked my personal email accounts in a week. And to top it all off, I'm on call for the Red Cross the remainder of the week ........

So enough from my office space. I do in fact have an office, not a cubicle, but I realized this post and given my working condition, I could not muster the strength to reference lines from The Office. Which BTW has anyone else been closed to The War like I have been? Already my fave show of the season. Damn good documentary, and there have only been two episodes.