In which I consider the destructive nature of the first Tuesday of the month.

I am so tired. Today was a series of circles within circles leading me back to where I began. Everyone wanted me to do something which led me to the wall which prevented me from completing the task. I got a lot of confirmation of plans and ideas. I pushed my weight around a bit. I hid in my office.

I listened to the latest Arctic Monkeys recording. I really do enjoy their music. I would have to say that so far the lyrics aren't as strong as the first recording. But their music and lyrics are an acquired taste. They remind me of Van Morrison. Sometimes they are hard to get into.

I looked over the website for the department of real estate services. A little scary. That is a lot of project development and a lot of preparation of project background. The key may be to refrain from trying to control the program. To gather together the people who make the decisions and let them go. Recognize talent. Be a coach.

The refrigerator is down. What is the deal? I spent a good bit of time putting good stuff in an ice chest and the freezer in the work room. So much fun. I have to make a decision about the service. I need to decide who should do the work. Who will give us the best work for the least amount of money.

Tomorrow will be an ordeal. Foreclosure sales in Troup, Meriwether, Lamar, Upson, Houston, Butts and Spalding. A lot of Simon Legree. Kate would have such a good time. There but for the grace of God go we.