...aaaaaand exhale

I've been busy.

Work has been absorbing far too much of my energy these past two weeks. I've been going nonstop from the moment I get here until the end of the day. But the book I've been working on went out yesterday, and the boss woman doesn't come in on Thursday or Fridays, and so I find myself with a much lighter workload today and not feeling one smidgen, not one jot, not one tittle bad about the fact that I'm stretching out two hours of work to fill an eight hour day.

A long lunch is in the works.

There's plenty to say, mostly about my awareness that the subterranean stress I'm feeling from work, baby, The Future, is popping up as increasing lack of self-control as far as eating and going to the gym and tackling other projects that need to be thrown to the ground, kicked a few times, and told in a stern voice while pointing aggressively: "you will get done."

And that's all for now. Oh, well, except to say that we had folks over for the SuperBowl and played games (RoboRally and Bang!) and ate homemade pizzas and it was pretty damned fantastic and has kickstarted my gaming drive again. Must... play... more... games.