Sometimes, it might feel good to cuss a bit.

I don't usually swear--it's so white-trash to have four-letter words pouring out of your mouth under any circumstances and at my age it would be doubly inappropriate.

The Piggyback Corral was back in my inbox this morning--asking in all innocence if I saw a reason why they shouldn't delete the X-thing that was no longer working well. I saw a bazillion--but I contented myself with pointing out one--that the X-things are where the locations' business comes from so deleting the X-things means eliminating the lead flow.

So. You know. Don't do that. It would be bad.

An email back-and-forth ensued, where they generously offered to pay me to teach the newbie how to do it all. They offered to pay me for an hour.

They really didn't understand or respect what I did, did they?

I mean, is it me, or does this offer pretty much confirm that?

One of the 'Nuts is also in my in-box, asking me to call them about taking over management. I haven't done it yet--but have decided it's worth making the phone call. I mean, they thought my fees were too high back when I was offering them a special deal, right after I left. I can't wait to hear what they think of what today's 'list' prices are.

The Playground Monitor thing turns out, I'm happy to say, to be intermittent and largely virtual. Maybe one web meeting a month and maybe traveling once a year. I can live with that.

Another behind-the-scenes thing I can't talk about is happening and the advance prep is taking up a fair share of my brain this week. Suffice to say that top of this weekend's to-do list is writing articles. It's been a long time since I wrote to order and I've never written anything that might pass for a "professional" article.

I'm a tad concerned. My syntax is idiosyncratic (and how impressed are you that I spelled that right on the first try?), my punctuation intermittent, my vocabulary pretentious, and my attitude flippant. Doesn't seem to bode well, does it?

(Which, for some irrational reason, reminds me that I promised Gidget a month ago that I'd go do some work on our company website. Must really try to be more productive.)

It's 2:24. What with one thing and another, I have not yet even started the to-do list that faced me at 8:00 this morning. Maybe if I dig in now, I can get at least one thing checked off in the next three hours.

I need to start working more hours each day, that's all. If I take my contacts out, I'll bet I could keep going another two or three hours before my eyes blazed red from monitor burnout.