The day at work seemed a complete waste. I read over my employees' work, helped shuffle some things through the bureaucratic gauntlet, and had a meeting or two, one of which was with one of our partner companies (the one where when I saw their reps at a conference I wanted to go yell at them, "You ruined my Christmas, you miserable f**ks!"). It was all forgettable and I was overjoyed I could leave early enough to go beat up my various muscle groups.
Tonight ... well, I made salad with roast duck on top (duck courtesy of Inn Noodle), then we dinked on the computers and did some stuff to see about getting our cat here next month and having some clothes waiting for us at shadowdaddy's aunt's house. I drank cider and stared out the window and spaced out while the red dye on my hair dried. It wasn't very exciting, but it was relaxing, and I think now I'm just about due for a shower. Night, folks!