I don't need Jim returns to catch up.  I need Jim.  I figure it would be worth whatever Jim charges to have him in my office at 8:00 am.  I figure by noon all the returns will be done and I could enjoy some time hitting a bucket of golf balls in the afternoon!  Heck, I will even treat Jim to 18 holes and dinner at either Michael Jordan's, Ditka's or Harry Caray's, his choice.  You know, come to think of it, when I grow up, I want to be Jim!