Sometimes I forget that what I do is "work"...just too much fun. Today was one of those days...75 degrees and it really didn't bother me all that much that I was inside, because I was in that strange "zone" when time slips by and it's all good. Even making more boards of buttons didn't phase me. Got to love it, but can this really be called "work?"
Jim writes most of the dribble for our Banter. Sometimes it's serious, but often not...then, neither is Jim