Just when my stress levels dropped a bit after a key meeting Thursday, it has jumped right back up thanks to the whole Paris Hilton debacle. At a bagel shop this morning I screwed up my order for a breakfast sandwich and blamed it on my concern for Paris Hilton and the girl laughed so hard she couldn't complete my order.

Because my week has been frenetic, I am getting grief from people that I am becoming a fitness slacker. Oh, for shame. I admit that my hours are frighteningly low this week but I look at it as a recovery week, even though I pulled a muscle along my rib cage underneath my chest. A nice constant reminder that if I wanted to, I shouldn't.

I see bright sunny sky's and my overall anxiety is much smaller. Course I live in Phoenix, every damn day is bright and sunny. But nevertheless I am charging ahead, ever forward.

Charlie Mike.