I have to keep telling myself there is a world outside my office.
The work piling up on my desk has been absolutely unrelenting lately. I was in the office again until 9:30 tonight. My cough is getting worse (it's at the "really painful to cough/breathe/laugh/talk" stage) although I am not contagious, thank heavens. But I pity the people who have to listen to me harf and hack all day.
I've put a sign on my door that simply reads:
(Not contagious. Just incredibly annoying.)
This, too, shall pass. I know. But for now, it's a pain in the ass!
By 5 p.m. tomorrow, the last three of my current deadline nightmares will be put to bed, and I will be able to breathe -- at least for the weekend! Sleep calls my name. (As do laundry and housecleaning -- they are loud and strident in calling my name. Sometimes rude, too.)
Next week, Thomas is back in town for two nights! (So, DC/Baltimore/Annapolis-type peeps: get yo' tickets now!!!) He will have a really fine horn section with him, the Jazz Mafia Horns, so he'll be playing some of his funkier numbers. Can't wait!