I’m a bit uncertain. Not to the level of nervousness, no it’s not that high, but just uncertain. A little befuddled maybe. I can tell because I’m cleaning my desk. I didn’t even realize it until I caught myself dusting in the middle of a conference call. It all started with sorting, the gateway drug to cleaning. Placing papers into neat little piles, monuments to something accomplished. Then the subtle wiping. Brushing off dust here and there. Then I leveled-up. Full blown junkie as I reach for the cleaning bottle and a rag. It’s game on now. Eye of the Tiger. Whelp there goes 20 minutes. What’s this all about? ... (full story)