The week that was, the day that is
The week has been a little fatiguing, what with midterms at Loyola and a couple of freelance projects, one of which was completed and the other baffled by the malign force that deleted the contents of the project from my thumb drive.
And down at the plant, Friday was a little dicey, with both my brother foremen off. I had to preside over part or all of six sections. I was too busy even to swear much. (Saturday remedied that, though.) Not much time for posting.
Today is going to be another gap, because I intend to spend it marking my twenty-eighth wedding anniversary. Kathleen and I plan a quiet meal together, there is a bottle of chilled champagne awaiting attention, and you, dear people, can go roll a hoop.