Acceleration

Sorry about the duplicate LP mailing yesterday. I had set things to send automatically while I was on the road, and forgot to unset them on my return. My to-do list has gotten a little out of hand this week, with the departure of my able assistant Rachel Henderson. She is off to Oklahoma to continue her education. We all miss her, and no one more than I--Who knew how much stuff I had pushed off onto her plate, until all the extra helpings arrived back onto mine?

The holiday season is ramping up at a level of acceleration that drags all the blood to the back of the brain, like flooring a Tesla roadster (holiday giving hint). Despite the economy, I joined in on the Black Friday death march, attacking multiple shopping venues via car and mass transit. Who knows when we will be able to spend with equal abandon again? The nation must agree: the Age of Prosperity Farewell Tour brought retailers a 3% bump over last season. Boston's Downtown Crossing shopping district resounded with the cautionary strains of "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer," but no one was taking the hint. Time enough for a reality-based lifestyle come 2009.