My ear hurts.

Three hours and seven minutes on a conference call. Certainly better than four hours in a pickup to then sit for a three hour meeting, but still... my ear hurts.

And certainly a fuel savings, since the nine of us would have had to gather from towns more than 250 miles apart. But when you gotta decide how to spend two million dollars, you want everyone's input.

And I'm glad the guy running the meeting had his stuff organized, so we could get through it quickly. And the rest of us kept the unnecessary chatter to a minimum.

Just glad I didn't have to pee...