As some of you may know, I've started a new position as a supervisor in the community organization in which I've worked for the past year. One of the selling points of this position? More time at home (an honest-to-goodness 40-hour work week, vs. the 50-70 hour work week I've been used to for the past nine months). You know, for all of the gloriousness of the idea of having more time at home, I haven't seemed to see the benefits. In other words, I am still not getting to come home nearly as much as I thought I was going to.
This would account for my poor ability to post this past week, and for the older (read: leftover) blind contours getting posted of late.
I never thought I would be this frantically busy with this new job. I'm a little perturbed about it, in fact. What happened to my evenings? Have I already grown so accustomed to coming home early that I don't realize that I have all of this time on my hands now? Am I that ungrateful?
This weekend will be dedicated to sleep, I think. And Ian. Sleep and Ian. Mmmmm... now there's a combination I can live with.