I sure would like to think and believe in this positive message.
Tomorrow, when I go into the office, it may well be the last time in quite a few weeks. My job has lost patience with waiting for laptops that seem as scarce as toilet paper and hand sanitizer and has decided that we must all bring our desktops home and work from home. So with a bit of stuff I must do in the office to make the transition smoother, I will be also disconnecting my equipment and bringing it home, all the while crossing my fingers that it all works like it’s supposed to once I get it all hooked up at home.
M’s working from home has been extended to May 31st. I have no idea how long it will be for me.
I have mixed feelings. I really don’t like the work at home thing. But on the other hand I won’t have to drive every day, which I hate, and can get up later and get home sooner. It’s better for my asthma to stay home. Don’t have to worry about what I look like etc.
But yeah. Not happy. But it is what it is. And I have a job for now so can’t complain.
I got all the Monday flashes done and scheduled for April.
I updated Our So-Called Life. Have not written a single word on the Bang story since I turned in my rough draft to prove I had written 6,000 words a week ago. And all I can say is meh. So we will see. Later this week I hope to update The Carrier if I can kick myself into doing it.
And so today is the last day of March, which turned out to be an absolutely miserable month. I once had such high hopes for it.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 