So I forced myself to take an entire three-day weekend off; Mostly because Mr. Silver was home, but also because I had those days off from das day job, and I can’t even remember the last time I wasn’t working at one job or other.
The vacation itself felt great — lots of cleaning, laundry, and otherwise sleeping my face off — but now that I’m back I feel like I’ve entered an office abandoned over a thousand years ago. This morning I’m gathering clues trying to figure out what went on in this place, and what this office’s mysterious owner was trying to accomplish.
And then I remember the revisions list, and I think, “Bad. Vacation bad.”
Also, did I mention it snowed last night? This, too, I am blaming on vacation.
I may need some jelly-bean fuel to power my quest to restore order…