After just over a week of enduring some fairly serious audio issues (no mic, no sound, no fun) my IT guy installed some new drivers, and voila' good to go. Not being able to get behind the mic and deliver the mail as it were, felt like I missed my train to Podcastville USA. The quiet zone reminded me that while I cannot control (as much as I'd like to) things that happen to me, I can sure adjust and have total control of how I respond-or not-to the events in my life, including how many days on average I have left to answer the call.