It begins like any another day. After hours of agitated and turning, you have finally fallen into a fitful sleep once you are jarred awake by the blaring of your alarm clock.

Already feeling depleted before the day begins, you drag yourself out of bed, stagger to the shower and try to shake off the shrewish anticipation of another daily grind.

You fly through the room with a hasty nice morning, grab your cup of coffee and bark at your 3 year old who is reaching for your arms with oatmeal covered fingers. She cries, your married woman snaps and out the door you run to join the campaign simply as the sun is rising.

Off you go to take your place in the line with another hunters on the daily trek to capture the prize and bag the "big one." You negociate the hunting party by