Nine-and-a-half hours at work today; not as high-impact as last week's hotel job but nothing to sneeze at. Getting there went fine, and that relieved me because the bus route I used to take to this job is now bus routes, with a transfer, due to TriMet changes. Meant I left for work a little earlier than before, and arrived in plenty of time. I hope that keeps up.
I even managed not to go online this morning. Restraint can happen!
I had to go home through rush hour, so that took longer, but hey, I have a book (last year's Out Of Oz, the fourth book in Gregory Maguire's Wicked series) so sitting around for a while is no problem. (Sitting around isn't usually a problem anyway.) I moved quickly on dinner after getting home: a salad plus pasta, with green peppers sauteed and added to make something resembling pasta primavera. Did so to the tunes from Yellow Submarine because, hey, nice, happy music. Why not?
That's where I am now. And now it's recorded. Blogging works for me.
That's the story. Of course, I don't know how interesting any of this really is, but now you've got it in your brain cells so you're stuck with it. -- Gary Larson, The Prehistory of The Far Side