Leaping Lucifer, look what day it is!

It's another late night finishing up some stuff for work that I didn't get to today. Yesterday I received 206 e-mails, 174 of them work-related. I'm working on a mini-project to break down the work e-mails beyong just how many. It's been very busy lately, but I guess that's a good thing.

It's also the last day of February, so I figured I'd better take a break from disecting e-mails and such to post something...anything. Not because February 29 only comes every four years. Rather, it's because lately my blog posts have come only about every four weeks.

So true to form, I'm realizing another month without as many blog posts as I'd like is about to end, and thus am trying to get one more in before the new month starts. Only this time, it's zero. So I will be clicking "Publish Post" before the stroke of midnight, because I would hate to have to try to access Facebook on a pumpkin tomorrow morning.

Lots has been happening lately, not just at work, but in my personal life. I'm glad my tax return will be nice, as much of the happenings happen to be expensive. To wit:

1. I just bought four tickets today to the Madonna concert coming up in November. Just under $800. We hope to sell two of them at a nominal profit, to help pay for some of it.
2. The trip to Baton Rouge for the USBC Open Championship is coming up. April 28 & 29, to be exact.
3. While I'm in Baton Rouge, Bruce Springsteen will be performing in New Orleans. I might just have to take the drive to see the Boss for the sixth time. It will be sad without Clarence this go-round.
4. After the USBC trip, my wife and I are going to vacation in Maine. We'll stop in Boston for a game at Fenway.
5. My son graduates high school in June.
6. I'm taking my daughters to the Brian Regan show Friday night. I took my son to it last time around, so it's their turn.
7. My wife and I have decided to put curbing in our yard this year, replacing the plastic lining that has been gradually coming out, being clipped by the lawnmower, etc., over the last nine years.

I'm sure there's more, but I'm starting to get depressed. I may have to skip the Springsteen show. Until, that is, he swings by the Twin Cities.