The idea of sitting in a coffee house writing up some of the strategy and tactics documents that I'm so very behind on at first seemed very appealing to me. I figured I'd settle in to my favorite coffee house (Chocolati in Wallingford), order up a big cup of coffee and a few confections, and write, write, write. It would be so very like that college experience that I neglected in favor of sitting at my desk in my room to do all my work.

The reality is a bit different. Oh, the coffee is pretty good, and the chocolates are great. But it's been two hours sitting here and my butt is numb, my shoulders ache, and my skin is about to step away from my body to rebel against the amount of sugar and caffeine I've had today.

And yet somehow, I want to do this again.