Shakes 455

"To me, fair friend, you never can be old
 For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
 Such seems your beauty still."

Happy birthday old man.  A day of rain, SWG, continued frustration on the heritage front, awaiting news on filings and emission reduction efforts.  Ever the same, old.  Plans made for a drive to the Hawk and two nights in the wifi-enabled hotel.  Nice not to have to be the driver, and that should serve well as the NFL draft gets underway.  But oh for the freedom of the road and a one-way ticket to Cape Town. 

These repetitive office days delight not me.  What holds the future?  How brave can you be to just say enough?