3 days in and the world is already a buzz. I read yesterday that the Washington Post prints 500 stories a day. That is a lot of information to disseminate but it’s always just a few stories that capture our attention. Throw in Facebook and that too becomes a ‘source’ of information even though if you look closely you’ll find it came from somewhere else first.

Were I the CEO of Boeing last night I would not have been able to do my job. I had a very discombobulated night trying to sleep. So much so that I wondered is this how it feels moments before you die in your sleep. But I’m to young to die, even though many people my age are in fact dying. Well there’s nothing I can do about there now, is there. It’s not like I can all of a sudden jump in my clothes and run around the block to make up for those exercises I was going to start doing. And it wasn’t just the New Year’s that I was going to start doing them either. I’ve been starting them for awhile now. I could coach preparing to start an exercise program if ‘preparing to start’ is all you wanted to know. So I went back to sleep and here I am. I didn’t want to tell you yesterday after already telling you that January 1st is the most people dying date on the calendar but that that data probably drives the data that January is the most people dying month of the year.

And then it hit me, we do that to ourselves. We drive the hysteria of being depressed at Christmas and New Years, throw in a couple actual deaths that occured at that time in the past (because there are so many already) why not use them as the catalyst to bring on more morose and justify our ever present demise. And if we don’t die we’ll be back next year to do it all over again. And with Facebook always flashing back memories on us we don’t even have to write a new version of our bemoaning state we can just recycle the same version from 4 years ago. I’m telling you, where am I going to get the time to read my 50 emails a day, not to mention I have 3 email accounts, 2 of which I only look at once a month. Don’t even comment on those 500 stories on the Washington Post.

Now I must get on to my actual day, and I am still in that fog that having Christmas and New Years in the middle of the week throws you into. It’s like a 2 week weekend and we don’e know when we’re going back to work to only be followed by another weekend. – 236.6 –