"Puppet wrangler? There weren't any puppets in this movie!" – Crow T. Robot
I was woken first thing this morning — or maybe slightly before first thing — by a barking dog wanting to go out. Of course, that’s the last kind of interesting thing that happened all day, and moreover it meant that I got to work early (and could therefore leave early), so maybe I shouldn’t complain.
It was unseasonably warm today, although from all other outward appearances very much a fall day.
Not an especially exciting day, and not even as eventful as yesterday. I had an early morning information session about our new production process, which turned out to be surprisingly informative and helpful, even if it did start at 9 am. Beyond that, there really wasn’t a whole lot more to the day.
What can you say about a day that was an awful lot like yesterday, and an awful lot like the day before? At least tomorrow’s Friday.
We had a brief meeting at work, a quick meet-and-greet with the new person our group will be reporting to come January. We’ll probably have another sit-down sometime after the start of the year. Lots of changes recently, though hopefully all for the better.
I’ve been renewing my search for a place of my own, and it would nice to be able to afford the mortgage payments at least for a while.
The weather turned cold and wet and nasty here today, the sort of weather that would undoubtedly give me — if I didn’t already still have one — a cold.
I’m on the mend, with mostly just a phlegmy sore throat still kicking around. I went to sleep last night a little before nine, but it meant I went back to the office today. And tomorrow, thankfully, is Friday.
I’m hoping the cold will be gone completely by the time the weekend rolls around.
I went to sleep very early last night, and yet awoke still feeling exhausted and still too sick for work. I think, with another good ten hours sleep, I should be back to work tomorrow…which is good, because I’m now all out of sick days. I have some vacation days, saved up for the end of the year, but I’d rather hold on to those if I can. I’d also rather not be sick.
I was a little disappointed to miss this final event at the Center for Fiction, but I’m not sniffly and watery-eyed much today, so I’m going to take that as a good sign that I’m on the mend.