Sorry I haven’t been around much the past few days. When one works for a small non-profit, one doesn’t just write the year-end fundraising letter; one also copies it, folds it, stuffs it into envelopes, slaps labels on the envelopes, runs them through the postage machine, and hauls them to the post office. Even with tremendous help from co-workers, it takes a lot longer than one might think. Or ever imagined.
I would have missed the Blagojevich arrest if not for a lunch meeting out of the office today.