Sunday Worries and: Whoops.

I'm heading downtown to run the Poland Spring Marathon Kickoff five mile race, but before I do it seems I've got time for a little self-pity and panic: I forgot we were setting the clocks back last night.

I've been running the numbers:

• What I get paid at work on a W4 basis.
• What the business pays for that I would have to pay for if I merged my firm.
• Loans from/to the business that have to be evened up.

And, silly as it makes me feel to report, it turns out I've been doing a hell of a lot better than I thought I've been doing. Which means there needs to be a huge upside in order for me to go through with this whole process.

Which means I'm panicking. Although for really positive reasons.

I want to do the right thing by my family. And myself. If I can get my kids' college paid for BEFORE they go to college, then rock on. But I'm also afraid of fucking things up.

This is one of those times I wish my Dad and I spoke. As it stands, I don't have anyone in my life who I feel I can talk to about business things... whose opinion I would value nearly as much as I would my father's.

In fact, one of the reasons I'm interested in merging my company is because I want to share the responsibility for generative thought. For the last 10 years, it's been all me, with very little input.

Anyway: my daughter just got up, so I've got to jet.

Love to all. Even you, the post-surgical dude who won't take his pain medication.

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