Spent the day at a Board Meeting for an industry group I'm a member of. Good lord. The room was hot, the subjects were boring, and the whole thing could have been done about two hours earlier than it was. The other members (how many were there? 8? 10?) discussed the logistics of our annual convention, while I more or less just listened, being a new member, and never having been to either a Board Meeting or a convention before. A representative of a similar New York-based group we're organizing with was there for a time. After he left it was, "Oh, you know those New Yorkers...pushy..." with surreptitious looks my way (the only Jew left in the room). OK, I'm being a bit melodramatic, but I have to make this interesting somehow.

The remainder of the time was spent gossiping about what some of the big companies in the industry are up to (well, one in particular), and some of the member's dissatisfaction with the performance of another industry group that many are also members of but has failed in some way to serve our interests properly.

One gets the feeling that all our businesses are hanging by a thread of a piece of legislation going one way or the other - not a comfortable feeling. I may spend much of my time engrossed in the news of the day and seeking a feeling of being attached to more important things, but hell, real-life business pays the bills and allows such frivolity!

So why am I telling you? So you can share in my boredom! Muhahahahaha!

Speaking of frivolity, last evening I put the finishing touches on this plastic model of an F-18. Didn't come out too bad if I do say so myself! I found it rather relaxing and somewhat satisfying. Better than wasting time playing a computer game say, as you have something to show for it when you're done.

So now I have it hanging by a thread from a hook on the ceiling of my office here at home. I should be patient and get some stronger line to hang it with, but I just have to get it into place! So now it's there, swaying ever so gently, sawing away ever so slowly throught the thin thread it's hanging by.

Something else to worry about.

Why do we do these things to ourselves?