Aftermath

You know the worst part about a fabulous three-and-a-half day weekend is?

Going back to work.

And yes, I bailed out of here after lunch last Thursday after turning in the first drafts of two massive reports that had been making me insane for over a month, mere hours before the deadline. At least I don't have to look at that today. Tomorrow maybe, as there is still some tinkering work to be done, but not today.