“We're Outta Here”

It finally happened.

That, combined with the ridiculous hours I've been working for the last two weeks (on top of being sick last week), and the story last night about the guy in his early thirties with heart problems, and then finally answering every one of the workaholic questions with a "yes"... well, adding those things up can only produce one result: "pop!"

That's the sound of the air rushing in to fill the vaccuum I left, as I vanished for a weekend vacation with my wife.

I'm not bringing my laptop. Outta town, outta touch, outta time. Outta here.

See y'all Monday morning. Remember to feed the cats, Shane. ;-)