So, here I am at home after a very long day (12.5 hours in all) and after tomorrow I will have worked 50 hours this week. And no day off in 12 days ’cause last weekend I flew to Dallas to teach a workshop. Whew! Not only am I approaching 50 hours of work, but I feel like I’m approaching 50 years old, I’m so beat.

And now, the weekend is approaching. I should jumping with joy. But I am filled with guilt because I can’t make it up North to see my Dad on Father’s Day or my Mom on her birthday.

It’s not that I don’t want to go, it’s that I can’t.

And now you’re probably mad.

I could pull out my ammo, take aim and fire away, but instead I’m going to take a deep breath and tell you that I love you and will miss you very much and will celebrate with everyone in spirit, absolutely.