Hippo-cratic oafs

[chickenfeet]

Flanders and Swann were right. There is nothing like mud for cooling the blood. I verified this last night by dragging my sorry ass through an hour and a half of rugby practice while a steady cold rain fell. My mood was not improved by having to attend an executive meeting immediately afterwards without having an opportunity to clean up. Needless to say said meeting was rambly and took twice as long as necessary. Fortunately pizza and Guinness had some slight restorative effect.

In other news, last night I dreamt about developing balanced scorecards for Windsor transit. I am a sad sad muppet.

Comments

[frumiousb.livejournal.com]

Indeed. Dreaming about balanced score cards signals the urgent need for more of a life. :)