The first real work day of the new year is in the bag. I fiddled with spreadsheets and offered my Opinions — so a typical day. It went fine, though the prospect of a full work week does feel a bit disrespectful. An “I am TRYING to forget how to do my job, why are you making me remember it” kind of vibe, you know?
Not that I should be grousing about it (except this here is my realm, and, as such, I will do what I want). After this week, my next two weeks are partials. So this little week is going to be my only full week of work in a seven* week period. Seven weeks is like three and a half fortnights. That’s kind of wild, now that I’ve written it down.
Alright, I think I’ve talked myself into carrying on carrying on.
READING: KING OF ASHES, S.A. Cosby
[* Updated to reflect that the period is seven weeks, not six, as I originally indicated.]