Too many meetings to get much done - three in a row, just like that, and then two more in succession this morning. At some point I need to get out of meetings and start getting into work. Some of the work is a "team project" but I'm not sure how four people can possibly work on one Excel-spreadsheet-based optimization. Here's where my Excel minor from Webb comes in handy (or works against me, depending on how you look at it) and I can really make hay.
I noticed, too, that the James' brakes have progressed from the occasional squeak I heard this winter while driving through the ATM or pulling into toll booths into some serious squeeling. Blast! Chad and I were discussing the relative garbage that we put up with in the name of personal transportation and decided that it must really be ingrained into our heads and our culture, otherwise we'd both take our cars (and their maintenance, especially) right to the curb.