I am finishing two large-scale design projects, simultaneously. Its all I can think about. I think, drink, sleep and breathe these two projects. Rather than the cliche’, “about to give birth” analogy; the endless diatribe about labor pains (ready to launch the sites), false labor pains (Dagnabbit – found a bug, can’t launch), baby (client) kicks, et al, ad nauseum, yadda yadda yadda… I’m going for the Work Coma description of life at the moment. I sense life and summer around me, but can’t participate. Hooked to my matrix, I feel the hub plant a kiss on the back of my head, but don’t look up. Boy, he smells good. I’m vaguely aware of my baristas in training (excellently raised daughters, if I do say so myself) bringing me freshly ground and french-pressed sustenance in a mug so I’ll be caffeinated enough to press on. Friends and kids come and go and I hear the hushed tones as they observe the patient, but don’t speak directly, of course, since she’s in a coma, for pity’s sake. Keep moving folks, nothing to see here.

Fall’s my favorite season anyway. What’s so tragic about missing a summer? I’ll wake up in time to drag out those awesome boots I bought last year.