See this? I feel this in my gut about 25 times a day. Usually there's no warning, just kaPOW!
I know I've been quiet for the past month, but I'm storing energy. Energy to hold fast against the nuclear blast I'm rehearsing for - rehearsing to survive.
We have the Enola Gay nearly packed with it's deadly payload. Most of the crew has been advised of our mission. Only one secretary hesitated and asked if she could sleep on it. The next day she showed up and simply said, "I'm in."
We have two more employees to ask to come with us. I believe they will come willingly.
The new office should be ready by June 1. My chest hurts from anxiety every day. Not the heart attack type of pain . . . just a constant squeezing that makes you fight to breathe. Hopefully all of this fighting is getting me in shape for what's coming . . .