Well the enforced isolation is definitely over. Carmen sign has been seen everywhere. The world is hunkering down and buttoning it’s hatches. The battens were missing.
Toady I went back to work. Of curse I didn’t actually go cause they would’ve yelled at me, but I was so totally there otherwise. Sharpening my blue pens, organizing my thought-like thingies, and generally practicing my editorial aloofness until its sheen shone so shiny that it basically shot out I to the sky and illuminated good grammar for miles around.
Pete helped. She ignored me like I wasn’t there (because of course I was back at work) and complained loudly about my slothful work habits. Good old Pedro, always willing to lend a paw. On my coffee breaks I finished off the tree. Ahead of schedule. Anyway, it was a great first day sort of back and I am definitely ready for the weekend. Work is hard.
It was a good break. I got lots accomplished if you count nothing as something and some as a lot and a lack of results as attaining goals… and of course I do.
Tonight I will end the night with some bad reality (tv) and test out some blankets and maybe write a long long thank you to all the little people that made my 14 days of iso so mandatory. Stupid. Little. People! World, here I come…