monday morning bits

hello all,

it's monday morning.
i'm sick.
thanksgiving is in t-minus 3 days. [praise]
thought i'd give some monday morning bits:

just heard about this band. downloaded album immediately.
our video now has over 96,000 views.
[rumors of an ice cream social at 100k are about.]
i find myself quoting this video uncontrollably.
i gotta say, my boss knows his stuff.
seth godin perfectly describes what i've been experiencing
all too much lately.
how convenient: thanksgiving.com
a clean conscious makes a soft pillow.

that is all.
i've run out of kleenex at my desk.
DISASTER!

a chair in the sky

this is so perfect:

levels

sometimes in life, i feel overwhelmed.

i often think of life as levels, like in a video game,
or a card game of some sort.
and you conquer one level,
then move on to the next,
conquer that one, move on, etc.
and the levels are like building blocks.
they build upon each other.

i'll have these moments every now and then,
where i find myself trying to be on level 15,
but then i remember i haven't even conquered
level 3...
and i feel somewhat discouraged.
i think "how will i ever get to level 15?"
and then i feel like i'm going back to the drawing board.

trying to be content with level 3...

wintery girl

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost.