This is a test, really.

This is day 543 of August, 2011. I came back from vacation and have not stopped, for even a few hours it seems, from trying to get my head above water. How in the word did I make something so large, so complicated and so time consuming?

What I really want to do is write. But as my son once said, 'Dad, I have noticed that in order to get the money you want, or even to have the opportunity to do what you want, you have to do something you don't want to do.'

But I wonder about that. I wonder about whether his generation, your generation, will have a different world where you do work at what you want to do and find other ways to make money. Or, maybe, additional money.