This is one of those days where I wish I could have stayed home and written. I'm in that bizarre half-dream headspace where flights of imagination come free and easy. And I have to waste it by fighting it so that I can work. Bah.
I've been feeling a little hermit-y lately. Not really antisocial, just wanting to be in my own little space, safe and dark and warm, away from the world. If anyone remembers those big egg-shaped chairs from the late 70's, that's the kind of environment that I want to be in right now. Put one of those in a small, dark room, give me spooky music and a computer, and let me fly.
So yeah, it's a short week. Wednesday is the last day, for me at least. Thursday down to visit ez2beve, windelina, Monte, and Bryan (as well as the critters) for Thanksgiving festivities. It should be fun, and nice to spend some time away from homes.
Just found out that one of the contractors "had a disagreement" with the company, and has "chosen not to work here" anymore. Don't know the details, but I guess I'm not overly surprised. I suspect there will be more casualties as things progress.
Incidentally, according to the schedule,I'm supposed to finish this part of my project today. It's not going to be done today. Or this week. Or next week. Perhaps I will have to explain to management why I am not done. Most likely not.
Well, it should be interesting either way.