A.D.D.

Not sure if it's a by-product of my job or if I'm just exasperated by current events, but I seem to have the attention span of a fly lately. Whether a briefing by a co-worker or Tommy just simply telling me a quick update on his race car, ...get to the point. When did my life turn into the equivalent of sound bites and bullets? Hmmm. And, I was thinking that I'd give up the F word for Lent. Maybe I need to re-think that selection - though still a good one I think - and go with "Slow the eff down and smell the effing roses!"