Surviving.

I traveling on business today and tomorrow. I'm in Atlanta.

Actually I'm in a hotel in Atlanta.

Which could be a hotel in Seattle or Cincinnati.

It doesn't matter where I am. By the time you are encased in fluorescence you could be anywhere.

It's not a great way to end the year--traveling right before Christmas.

I'd rather be home winding down.

Than listening to Ray Charles sing "Baby, It's Cold Outside" while it's 60 here.

But I can't complain.

I've worked the whole year save four weeks right after I lost my job.

I've stayed busy.

Done good work.

Made some friends.

Made my monthly nut.

Yeah, ok.

There's more to life than surviving.

But when you get down to it, surviving beats the alternative.