I’m a day late due to copious amounts of extracurricular activities over the weekend. Visiting cousins, stunningly talented rockin’ chicks belting out a concert for the kids, Central Park Zoo, FAO Schwartz, question-and-answer session with Ricky Gervais (the creator of The Office)…All packed into two days.

I’ll admit I’m not a high-energy guy. In fact, I take the easy way out almost every time. A postcard is just as good as a trip there, without the plane ride. I’ll always take the escalator over the stairs. I believe in God. But sometimes it hits me. Hey, you’ll be dead before you know it and will people remember you for your work or your play? Then I answer, probably my work. Then I have to start the pep talk all over again to get me out of the house. Still, I’m possessed once in a hot pink moon to get out and go, and when I do — oh, when I do — well, I basically ache all over and worry about all the work I have to do.