I am coming to grips with the Tornado. Or at least that's the newest metaphor for my job. Got to get in early in the morning to batten down the hatches. Got to leave late at night after cleaning up the debris. Obscure heavy things get lifted to great heights of importance before falling back down to earth again with a heavy thud, scattering everything on the ground. A mad whirling swirl of papers and howling wind tears its way through my desk, tearing apart the order I've managed to impose. If I ignore the tornado, I can get some work accomplished. But it's a powerful storm that I sit under.