A penny for my thoughts? Oh, no. I'll sell them for a dollar.

My brain needs a better offensive line. It scrambles way too often to get anything accomplished.

Creativity has become necessity at work lately because another team recently discovered Photoshop. The more the overlords pit us against each other the more inverse my motivation level becomes.

At this point, however, we are in a run-out-the-clock situation as the first hockey game here hits the ice next Friday. Granted it is preseason, but those games still count for the faithful. It simply represents a better time. A time for joyous whistling and, just maybe, skipping. No promises, though.