To paraphrase Eccesiastes chapter 3: There is a time to work and a time to play.
Here, on this tax-deadline day, ends my 34th busy season. Not sure how many of these I have left in me.
Tonight, though, even though the thought of going to bed early has a sort of predictable appeal, we in the office will be heading out for an extended Happy Hour through downtown Minneapolis, followed by an obscenely decadent dinner at Manny's Steakhouse.
Tomorrow, back to reality and back to a normal 40-hour work week.... Hoping I can avoid a major hangover! I have work to get done, and I have some serious personal decisions that an overloaded brain has made it relatively easy to ignore...