Pick me, pick me....

It was a long, long night of bright, bright moon…and two crazed kittens. I count the days left in the work week and balance that number against the number of actual hours of sleep over the past few nights. With thoughts leaking out my ears, I have spent the day securing sponsorships for an upcoming event and finalizing our presentation for a request for continued funding from a coalition this evening. I listen to news reports of potential inquiries into billions of dollars that have “disappeared” into Iraq. I am reminded that funding for our programming has been eliminated. Oliver Twist asked, “please, sir, may I have some more?” I ask: please may we have your crumbs. I figure crumbs from billions must be substantial.