...trying to maneuver in the big Manhattan race. Running my tushey all over the place. I musta logged 10 miles AND still I drag my tired butt to the treadmill. But, I could hardly drag my big ole bummer to the computer. AND I have material. Good blog material, but I've been up since 4am and if I try and tell ya about making beer and babies (not making babies-friend's babies) right now I just won't do it justice. So hang in there more to come from the East coast tomorrow (at some point). Hope ya had a rockin' weekend. Sorry I didn't pick up when you phoned from the, "whoo-skow."