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Workplace ruminations on a Friday

Thus far today it’s been exercise (no, not at work), monitoring the desk, attending a meeting, some LaVena Johnson work (non-blog) on the side, and lunch. Four hours to go. Time crawls.

One of my co-workers asked what plans M and I had made for the weekend, and I drew a complete blank. I don’t think we’ve made any. We haven’t been to a movie in what feels like twenty years; maybe we should do something about that. Of course, there’s always stuff to do around the house. Speaking of that, hope to add an entry or two to the domestiblog this weekend.

It occurs to me that Fridays (the end of the Friday shift, actually, the conclusion of the work week) mean altogether too much to me. It always feels as though I can suddenly breathe again. Conversely, Sunday evenings feel like the onset of emphysema. Always.

No, that’s not good.

Okay, back to it.

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