Worked. A lot. 59.5 hours this week, most of it in Tennessee, last night in Charlotte. Wednesday/Thursday I worked about 30 hours, drove 5 hours.
Jessica is home from France, I had burgers with friends last night before working, the cat killed the laptop, the museums keep closing before I can get there, the wind is tearing off the shingles, but I have two hoodies on, a cup of Earl Grey, and sinister plans, per usual.
On balance, life is good. Consider yourself hugged.