Done! With! The! Big! Sweaty! Paper!

Just devoted about 1 and a half weeks of my life writing A Big Paper, most of which was completed this afternoon in my office whilst the full force of the afternoon sun poured in through my big curtainless office windows.

My boss walked in at about 5 pm and almost did an immediate about face because of the sweat and heat emanating from my suited self.

At exactly 6.15 pm, I realised that I had written everything that I needed to write, and printed it out, just in time to catch the boss walking out the door. He now holds 10 pages of sweat and blood. I hope it's an enjoyable read, is all I can say.

I can feel a week's worth of accumulated stress dissolving as I type. What a relief.

Time to go and sign a bank's property loan offer letter that will probably force me to remain gainfully employed for the next 50 years ... then home to The Precious Son, who will hopefully not be sound asleep when I get back.

"Can I sail through the changing ocean tides/
Can I handle the seasons of my life?"
(Landslide, by Fleetwood Mac)