This is one of those moments we all come to in our lives, where we say mean things we don’t mean.  Sarah here is saying mean things she doesn’t mean, except she means them.  Not without justification, I guess, but still.  She’s technically right.  You don’t worry about hurting a tank’s feelings.  But on the other hand, it’s Mike.

Anyway, I’ve gone, in the space of about 48 hours this week, from being radically underscheduled to being drastically overcommitted.  Nothing to do but take it as it comes, and of course it’s nice to be needed.  But I have a feeling the next few months will be chock full of late nights, bad meals and acid reflux medication.  This is the life I chose.

All the best, folks!