I now have another 10 or 15 minutes that I didn’t know I had. So, lucky you!, you get a blog entry.
Mr. QuarterRest (see, I remembered that I was going to do that – see below if you’ve no idea what I’m talking about) had to to into work at an ungodly hour this morning, so he’ll be coming back shortly to pick me up so that I can go into work. Of course, the thing he had to go in for at such an ungodly hour is now running overtime.
I already told my bosses that I’d be late today. Nothing of import happens in the morning anyway. I work 9-5, true, but, were I not the one working the hours, I’d seriously consider changing the work day to 10-6… some days, even later. As it stands now, though, I’m not going to be the one to suggest it.
ah, the dear man just phoned. He is, even as I type, leaving his office. Better go console the pets with treats before I leave them for another day. They only sleep all day. I’m 99% sure of that. And they get rather perturbed when we don’t leave the house. But they still manage to guilt me into giving them treats every morning.
And so I work to help pay for their little luxuries. sigh. Off to the proverbial salt mines I go.