March was hard. A year of planning and development of the bank’s new online presence culminated in a couple of weeks, then a few even more intense days whose outcome basically wrote the verdict on the entire effort (we got mostly good marks). At the same time as mission-critical client-side corporate rollouts consumed my days, I found myself burning the candle’s other end on backend php scripting by night. I started smoking, grew some stubble. Said hi to my family in passing…
The danger in things getting like they had for me lies in loss of perspective. No matter what we do don’t we need something else to make us do it better..? That thing that removes the edge and puts us in our state of flow..? I think so, and Saturday I punched my reset button in the gullies of Butler Gultch.
Monday was good.
Next month I promise ‘Cooks II: Large Customers, Small Percentages, and a Side of Buddha’ and something like ‘Yet Another jQuery Nav.’
For now, though, I still taste cold smoke.
Thanks, Dwight.
Sick. I’m greeeeeeen with envy.
I needed it as much as you, especially after that trip to Alta…
I’m 54 years old and discovered Butler Gulch in 1987 and probably have been there over 120 times since and trip Saturday was in the top 10.
Alex, you can sure Tele – almost as well as my son. !-)
I look forward to skiing with you for years to come.
Likewise, Dwight, on the years to come.