Release date finally arrived over ten years after my first introduction to this topic.
I was a bit down this morning, but managed to drag myself out of bed, do my exercises, and get to work in time for my 6:00 a.m. phone call.
Only, it wasn’t today. It is tomorrow. Guess my head stayed in bed this morning like my body wanted to.
I decided I was a little too grumpy for human consumption so decided to eat out for breakfast, something I rarely do, since I enjoy my own breakfasts. I wandered down to the Mexican place where they serve a really great breakfast burrito, but they were closed at 6:15 a.m.
Is the whole day going to be misaligned?
I went to the Servant restaurant near the office and those good people put me back in alignment (surely without intending to, but I am grateful to them anyway).
When I got back Megan was here, pounding away on her daily admin routine. She cleared the decks in time for our prayer time from 8:00 to 9:00. Hanna broke away from the workshop she is leading in Switzerland to join us by phone. After a verbal walk through of the day with confirmation and clarification from each team member, I taught about the tribe of Dan and the priestly line of Zadok and what it tells us about God’s nature.
Clearly my spirit was not home in bed because I waxed lyrical on the theme of how God’s nature really is, compared to how He is portrayed. Communion was extra special for me today. I didn’t bother to check whether anyone else was juiced by it. I was definitely back in the game.
We scattered. Lacy who is only onsite one day a week, headed to the library with her capacious cranium and nimble fingers to mine the treasures of the parathyroid, with the specific objective of figuring out its place in the fractal system, so we can figure out why it is so central in healing broken bones.
Gabi had a phone call with Hanna to dial in the back page of “A Hard Life” album cover.
Genevieve had to fine tune a couple of things in the shipping department, then she settled into her daily brain exercises, and some rewriting I inflicted on her.
Megan hunkered down over her long suffering keyboard and loaded the Amazon page swiftly (they need to approve it and order stock, so don’t expect any action there right away).
Download store was next, just a few keystrokes remaining from the set up she did a few weeks ago. As soon as she finished making it live, she immediately bought it through the dummy account she has set up to test everything. In the 30 seconds between when it was live and when Megan placed the test order, Julia scored the first order, with Dana four minutes behind her.
I don’t know whether Julia parks one of her four kids on the computer and has them check every 30 seconds, or whether her techie husband has written some software that broods over our store like a hunter, and is automatically programmed to pounce one nanosecond after things go live.
The home page announcements for our site and Australia went up flawlessly, but the store page in Australia was cranky. No match for Megan though.
She sent the e-mail to all the distributors letting them know we were live, then posted the newsletter in the archive.
By now, Willene had placed the first order for the hard copy. She is highly motivated because she knows one of our guinea pigs who experienced dramatic healing as a result of that.
At 11:32 Megan sent me the umpteenth revision of the newsletter to check all the live links. They were, as usual, 100% accurate, so I gave her the go signal, and at 11:36 a.m. on the 24th of July, it went out to the world.
So the hard rush is over and I feel like a hummingbird on Red Bull.
I suspect she might feel the same.
Regardless, we shall have an erudite conversation about the best way to synchronize the data from the EAV machine and the EEG machine to find out where in the female brain the results of maternal hostility lands the most deeply.
Copyright July 2013, by Arthur Burk
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