Back to the usual morning routine, whee. That’s a lot of email stacked up, but also a new coworker (the one I interviewed the other week, who received universally glowing reviews).
I rotated both my mattress and my computer desk around the Z axes, one because it probably needs to get crushed evenly and the other because it’s only been a million years since there was anyone who could look over my shoulder. We’ll see if either change makes any difference.
Read: This unexpected activity in my withered, black aortic arches… Is this what humans call feelings?
Written: 575 kitten words, and I think I’m giving my kitten the existential dreads! I know it has to be resolved, because other characters have had decades to deal with this, but I’m not sure how. Anyway, 2909/3000 for the week so far.