Terminator
Whew. I’m pooped. Really.

My posting has tapered off here at Notes in the past few days, but it’s not been because I haven’t thought about it. I just haven’t had time to stop. I’ve been actively trying to nurture MonticelloLive into existence, as well as starting a new part-time job.

I started working with Rick Hales last week. Rick’s a great friend and an all-around tech marvel. From satellites to sound systems to lighting to things with ladders, he can do it. He’s been completely swamped for a while now, and after a conversation the other day, we decided we could help each other. I need the money, and he needs the help.

So, as a bivocational pastor/graphic designer/entrepreneur/gadfly married to a wonderful wife/best friend/photographer/increda-mom, I have been growing more and more cognizant that I’m not bringing home the bacon. She is. And fellas, that ain’t good. So, I’m working a part-time job. It’s a wonderful break from intensity because working with Rick requires a whole nudder set of brain cells that I didn’t realize I had. (Rick may be wondering if they actually exist.) This kind of work is not what I’m used to, and for the time being, it’s refreshing.

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However, it means that I’m doubly-stretched. We’ll see just how far the amazing Super-Elasti-Jeff can go. (Remember Stretch Armstrong?)

So.. if my posts taper off, just keep commenting on old ones. That will make me feel special.

I’ll be back… I promise.

On this day...