Sorry for the blog silence this morning. The day got off to a horrific start when I received a politely-phrased “What the Hell happened?” email from a client. What happened was partially my fault (big time) and partially not my fault at all. Fortunately, the client (who happens to be an extreme liberal politically) is one of the nicest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, either socially or professionally. After he graciously accepted my groveling and heartfelt mea culpa for my own error, he and I worked out a system to prevent further problems in either arena. I’m still shaken, since I find mistakes like this devastating both professionally and personally — and that despite the fact that the ultimate fallout here was mercifully limited.
So, this morning has left me without time or emotional energy to blog. Indeed, this whole day promises to be limited when it come to blogging, so please consider this an open thread and have fun.
UPDATE: I don’t drink (don’t like the taste and it affects me badly), so on days like this, I’m grateful that Valium is a controlled substance — otherwise I’d be tempted to abuse it something fierce. The fact is, when you’re spinning as many plates as I do, some days are more frantic and fraught than others.
By the way, if you want some good reading, please check out the submissions at the Watcher’s Council.