Well, that was a little political, even for me.

*exhale*

Can you tell? It's been a bad week. I've worked past 2AM 3 times in the last 6 days in order to pull together the detailed plan (MPP for you technogeeks) of my latest project. In case you're wondering, that is 1000 lines of plan including: predecessors, resources, task descriptions, costs, rates, assumptions, durations, hours, milestones and deliverables to roll up to a previous time & materials estimate within 10%.

Formatted to an ever-changing list of specifications. For example, "Please now use group names as attached"; "Rates for architects have been changed"; "An organizational edit is immediately requested that all milestones be 0 hour 0 duration and in red, italic, arial 9 pt."

In triplicate.

And then the hard drives, in a suicide pact that we've feared for months (despite copious counseling and pleas), all died.

And then? Working in my bedroom as my office rebuild goes on and on and on? Got just a wee bit confining. (Oh! Wait! *looks around* I'm still IN the bedroom!)

And we still haven;t decided whether to move or to stay or what.

And did I mention that it got really, really hot outside?

So, you know. All things in perspective - healthy, solvent family yada yada yada. But I'm a little zonked.

As of now, we're turning this emotional cruise ship around.

First, dinner: Omaha steak tips, marinated overnight in teryaki and then broiled. Light homemade potato salad (yes, my famous receipe). And a big glass of limeade.

Then: FoodTV in front of the air conditioner.

Finally: 8 hours of sleep.

Tomorrow is another day.

*pondering the fact that no one seems to be out there. are you ok out there? is your world zonked, too? I've got extra steak tips...*

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