Ghod, what a terrible day. The problem with being gone a day from the day-job is that the email stacks up and then I’ve got a dozen people needing something right now. Even if everyone is being Perfectly Polite, which the majority were, the sensation is too very much like being stuck in a crowded party where everybody is yelling to be heard over their neighbor, and all you (or at least, I) want to do is get out and find a quiet corner.
I didn’t kill anybody; I didn’t cry in public; and I didn’t quit.
Guess that counts as a victory.
Brief stop at the grocery store, then home. Steve was watching anime — he told me which one, but I forgot. I retired to my room and did not do anything of the serious tasks that need doing for the closing out of SRM’s fiscal year. Instead, I opened up my file and wrote a few words — just some conversation, that’s all.
I feel better now.
Time to go into the kitchen and wash me some dishes.
Progress on Ghost Ship:
42,254 words, not-necessarily-in-order, for about 42.25% done
Nope, still haven’t figured out how to make the progress meter display properly in WordPress.
Everybody have a good evening.