sigh

well, the meeting went about as well as i was able to make it go...
carlo tired now.
without patting myself on the back, because i still haven't witnessed all my readers in the same room and have no perspective on how much humility i should inject into this blog, i think i'm getting really good at this whole business thang.
i wish i wasn't, though, so that the stomach churning moments of truth would be on someone else's shoulders.
it feels kinda like this:
imagine you're a Brit in the trenches during WW1.  all along the trench, stretching as far as the eye can see in either direction, are 4000 blighters from your home town.  the objective is to knock out a single transmitter right behind the Huns' trench, and all it will take is for a handful of you to reach it.
most folk would, out of self-preservation, try not to run faster than everyone else after the whistle is blown in order to remain in the crowd and lessen their chances of being singled out.
you, on the other hand, know that you're easily the fastest runner there, and you can probably (!) make it before they cut your friends to ribbons.
 
sigh
 
if, on the other hand, i was flat-footed, nobody would tap me to perfom the impossible.  i figure i can keep this up for another 10 years or so, after which there had better be a villa in italy for me to go relax in...