Late Thursday afternoon my voice is hoarse and I am simply tired of talking. I’ve spent the week in transition meetings here at the office, working on transferring my remaining personnel to their new management. The meetings have been productive, though I did have a moment on Monday where my frustration boiled over and I spent a sleepless night, tossing and turning, contemplating things.
By the time Tuesday rolled around I was back on an even keel and consequently the meetings themselves have been very productive. I am going to have to do a couple of hours of work tomorrow, which is my day off, simple because it has to be done. My plan is to come into the office for a couple of hours and knock them off, rather than let them drag through the weekend.
Busy, busy, busy.
I am looking forward to the three day weekend (though weekend work is going to be part of the weekend as far as the horizon can see). I plan on having as domestic a weekend as I can – a weekend of ordinary things, some laundry, some cleaning, some cooking, time writing, time listening to an audio book, time cleaning. Time, time, time.
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