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This morning, I walked out of my local Honey Dew Donuts (where the service is always excellent) and headed to my car.  A friend of mine made fun of my attire—golf shirt, shorts, flip flops—and hinted that I didn’t look like I was ready for work.  The good thing was that I was ready for work. That is one of the major trade-offs with running your own business: no commute, no khakis, definitely no tie.  

The other trade-off this week is this: I’ve been running the entire show alone for a week. Drew’s out, Chris is on Nantucket, and I’m handling everything.  It’s a bit busy and it’s impossible to get everything done, but it’s still better than traffic and skull-numbing meetings.  Sure, I’ve got four proposals, several project writeups, and mound of customer service requests to get to.  But next week, I’ll be in Quebec City for a few days relaxing. And for now, I’m off to make my kids some grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch.