"We can probably complete the review on those contracts by next Thursday."
Palm trees.
"Bill will have the rest of the information in the telephone conference."
Sand.
"How much will we save? Fifty thousand? Sixty?"
Waves.
"Steve? Are you listening?"
It has happened several times this month. I have been deep into a very interesting project, and -- all of a sudden -- I am no longer there.
I am standing on the balcony of a house on the Mexican Pacific coast just as the sun is beginning to set. And I get pulled back to my project.
I know that during the next two months, I am going to experience more and more of these moments. And it bothers me.
My employer is paying me a very good wage to be there all of the time. Maybe this is what it is like to go through the various stages of death. If so, I am still at the bargaining stage.
I will let you know when I get to acceptance. I suspect that stage will occur on the drive to Melaque -- in less than three months.
