It has come to my attention that my ends are a little frayed. Little things, mostly. But enough of them to make me alert to detail, detail that usually falls into the intuitive. This is pissing me off. Because I pride myself in being conscientious. In being a responsible, focused professional. But at some point, given the volume of crap piled on, inevitably something fragile hits the ground and shatters. My week is full of excitement. I'm headed for NY for a media event. That we're hosting. And LOTS of key media have RSVPd. I'm stoked, I really am. This part of my job, I LOVE LOVE LOVE. The next day I get back on plane. Head back to ABQ. Unpack my bag and repack. Have a dinner with my family. Try to get some sleep. Then get my happy butt on a plane the next morning. With my sweet and dedicated colleagues who are all bearing more weight than usual in terms of handling stuff since I'm going to be in NYC immediately prior and simply will.not.be.there to attend to th...