Ready, set, go. Monday almost. Here's the part where we do the false bravado thing, and try to pretend like I am too busy leaning against walls and thinking about different types of rocks to bother with any of my little garden variety griefs. Tomorrow at this time, we'll see where we are, how this week will shake out. But for now I'm drinking dumb tea and wearing my Yan pants. My inner dragon is weighing the options.