Someone's got their hands on my flippers and that ball is ping-ping-ping'ing different bumpers all over the place. Yeah, I'm old. Pinball machines were the first thing to ever give me repetitive motion injuries (in my wrists), long before I typed for a living. Well, those and tetherball. Ah, my wayward tween years. Anyway, all that pin/ball juggling seemed to pay off, by the time I logged off I had made a fair dent in all the meetings I have to schedule with three different clients for 3-5 different partners and managing directors, and I hope I'm making headway in getting onto that client's website but it's in their tech support's hands now. I think life was easier when I was a day camp counselor at Ashbrook all those years ago.
Wednesday, March 19, 2025
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