My first thought to zip though my mind this morning was, "Dear God, no!" Judging by the fact that it was past dawn, I knew that I had slept too late. Last week, I focused all my energies on Seattle, which was just as I should have done, but next week I have Minneapolis and Orlando, large banquets both, and challenging because one in a new city and the other one is overflowing with uber-rich corporate sponsors that can't afford to be slighted. All of which means I will eking every day for each possible moment of work, and makes me frenzied and a little disgruntled, and all the more prone to error and misjudgment. But listen to me. Have I forgotten who is my God? Dear God, no.