I am allowing myself to take a half day today since last week's workstravaganza and a stressful relationship talk have me pretty well wiped. Tomorrow will involve kicking back into high gear, as I have a client who wants 15,000 words on just about every blood test there is. I am not even making myself do heavy cleaning or packing, something I feel guilty about, but at least a little recovery time is needed.
The weather has been schizophrenic, but it was very nice just before sunset, when moments_away
and I went for a walk down by the lake. The sky and the water were eerily pretty - a cross between a hyperrealistic video game and a Thomas Kinkade painting, complete with double translucency layer on top of the lake, huge bubble-gum pink fluffy-topped clouds and distant lighthouse. Saw a lot of red-breasted mergansers, with their darkwave hairstyles, as well as what might have been a baby one? It was roughly the same shape, but red and about the size of a squirrel. Also, I made and devoured an enormous smothered burrito.
I have reached that point in the workpocalypse where I actually have no idea what to do tonight if I'm not packing, cleaning or typing. It's a mystery.