Perspective

I was settling into bed and thought I can't believe it's over. . .

A moment later, a stronger internal voice said, No. This is just the beginning.

The nice thing is that I believe that second voice.



Time for bed. . . .

The Way I *Didn't* Want to Be Awakened

Before I left, I arranged with Dave that I would come in late this morning.

Since Miss V is back in the office today, I didn't think I needed to tell her boss.

Unfortunately, I still have an open project for him, and when I didn't appear in his doorway this morning at something around my usual time, he called me on my cell phone -- waking me from my post P-con crash.

To his credit, he apologized once he understood the situation, but his need to have my ongoing help on this made it clear that I really don't have the option of not coming in at all today (which I had been considering).

It's okay. I can do that. There's a lot of work to be done on a couple of projects, and the need for my contributions is more urgent than usual. They're just going to have to deal with my new serpent necklace (for Ereshkigal) and my Isis necklace.

But I think my new circlet would clash my with work clothes.
My day job work clothes, anyway.