Next to last day of the year

God, it's gloomy. That perfect combination of 40s, drizzle, and patchy fog that makes you want to curl up by a fire with hot chocolate and the remote.

And maybe a shirtless Alan Rickman (page down).

But I digress.

Tomorrow is a holiday at the day job since New Year's Day falls on a Saturday. After that, I am continuing my tradition of burning through my vacation by taking off the first week of the year. But, I have things that need doing so I have no choice.

Only a scant handful of people at work today. I caught up on emails and compiled my timesheets and signed up for training. By the time I return, things will have returned to their usual level of *GAH!*

In other news, I found Gaby's ribbons in the snow today. She lost them the day after Christmas, and I figured they would turn up eventually. And so they did, somewhat the worse for wear, wet with snowmelt, the ends frayed.

Next to last day of the year

God, it's gloomy. That perfect combination of 40s, drizzle, and patchy fog that makes you want to curl up by a fire with hot chocolate and the remote.

And maybe a shirtless Alan Rickman (page down).

But I digress.

Tomorrow is a holiday at the day job since New Year's Day falls on a Saturday. After that, I am continuing my tradition of burning through my vacation by taking off the first week of the year. But, I have things that need doing so I have no choice.

Only a scant handful of people at work today. I caught up on emails and compiled my timesheets and signed up for training. By the time I return, things will have returned to their usual level of *GAH!*

In other news, I found Gaby's ribbons in the snow today. She lost them the day after Christmas, and I figured they would turn up eventually. And so they did, somewhat the worse for wear, wet with snowmelt, the ends frayed.