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O, that this too too solid flesh would melt ...

Or maybe sullied .. wanna flip a quarto over it?

And whoosh, the first day of the week winds to a close. Lots of productive phone calls, a couple fires estinguished, a few egos assuaged and a trip to Atlanta scheduled for next week. The to-do list hasn't gotten any shorter, but at least it's different than it was this morning. That's some sort of progress, eh?

Nothing left to do but get a haircut and a 90-minute massage with a new guy at the spa named Hamlet. For real.