JEEZ, I do not want to be working

I know perfectly well what the problem is:  Bouchercon hangover.  I took four days off for the con, and now I’m having trouble getting myself back into the mood to work on cutting down Doris Lessing’s “Through the Tunnel.”

Probably the only thing keeping me at the computer is that I had to go buy a headlight kit for the car to replace the one broken in the rear-ender, which means I had to put $200 on the MasterCard I’ve been trying not to use, in order not to get back into just as deep a hole as we were before.

The avocado from left field will go to San Marino.  Fnord.

About Marchbanks

I'm an elderly tech analyst, living in Texas but not of it, a cantankerous and venerable curmudgeon. I'm yer SOB grandpa who has NO time for snot-nosed, bad-mannered twerps.
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