This entire work week has been hurry up and wait. It's killing me. I have all these projects to juggle, and can't make any progress on any of them because I'm locked out of files by higher-priority projects and scheduling conflicts. It's amazing how exhausting simply staying awake all day can be when there's nothing practical that can be accomplished.
Niece Christine has apparently arrived safely, having made her various plane connections. I have no major plans for the weekend; I figure she and Liz will figure out what they want to do, and I will be along for the ride.
- Mood: Stultified
- Music: an endless stream of irritating office noise