For some reason March Madness really hits home for me. It isn't that I spend all of my waking time choosing my pick for the final four. March just always finds me pressed for time. We have birthday invitations, family commitments, extra work, bookkeeping and tax documentation, The 12 Hours of Sebring, Camp-outs and other sundries pulling me in a 100 different directions. This particular year, I am out-of town all four Saturdays and three Sundays.
I just cannot remember. Didn't I make choices so that my life wouldn't be so frantic?