so, i'm working, right?
computer out.
spreadsheet open.
outlook open.
sitting on my porch at the mission inn hotel in pismo beach.
for an hour or two.
working.
on the porch.
working.
think i can get worker's comp?
oh -- in case you want a better shot ... here you go ...
okay. stop laughing now.
(and yeah, this post is more than a 6 weeks delayed. don't worry: i still have the tan lines. as someone described it the other day, "it looks like you are wearing granny knee highs that are falling down a little.")
