I'm sorry, Scott and Chrissie, but I won't be going on your cruise. I had to tell Abby for certain today. If it had been any other week when I wouldn't be starting something completely new then you would have had me. This is the first time in seventeen (boy that makes me feel old) years that I'm going to start working for something that isn't just me getting by. I'll figure out sometime just what that time has really meant for me. I can't say that it has all been for naught. Maybe I just need to find the right yardstick. Can you tell that this career soul-searching has been exceptionally difficult? Maybe that will be my book. I don't have the story down yet even though it is mine. It will need context and significance.