I spent 13 hours getting one thing done at work. Disaster after disaster. I’m tired.
While waiting for programs to run, and people to get back to me, I squeezed in some laundry.
Ate a gyro for lunch, a ham and cheese croissant for dinner, and worked my way through a big bottle of Coke Zero.
Then I went to town on a new brand of cookies. (That would be the stress-eating portion of the day. About 8pm just before things started finally working.)
What a way to be reminded I’m not actually on vacation. Now I want sleep.
Tomorrow’s busy: cavern dive in the morning, work in the afternoon.
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