For the sixth week in a row yata, yata, yata.  In point of fact, this week was worse, I’m three days behind on everything at the office, and there’s no possible way, even with a two day extension, that I could get caught up by this coming Tuesday.

That left me with a choice for today: cancel the latest edition of Hard Starboard Radio; run another “best of” show, a crutch on which I’ve come to lean too much for my work-ethical tastes even in the midst of this unending vocational nightmare; or take the show to the office and perform from the bottom of this towering caldera of paperwork.

I chose the latter.  It means a lot stronger phone signal, I had to take my wife to work anyway since we’re down a car at the moment, and when I morph into this face…..

….it startles the kidney by-products out of passing motorists (and pedestrians are even better).

Tune in at 1PM Eastern/10AM Pacific and find out just how now-overprepped I really am.