My dear wife has informed me that she thinks I get sick every time we fly. Not sure if I agree, but I trust her better memory. The cold I picked up on our Austin trip has decided to dance in my bronchial passages. And my head feels thick as a brick. We leave the house shortly for an important business meeting. Not sure what use I’m going to be.
I will attempt to write something substantive tomorrow.
You might want to wander over to DUST!N’s PeopleBrand blog, or visit Ed’s continuing series on The Moral World of Leaders. And Brad Boydson is always a good read. No point hanging around here. You might catch my cold.