Winding down
Been a while since I carried the Silver Surfer’s backpack around, especially that full. Getting dressed for bed last night, I noticed that my shoulders had sprouted a lovely Jadzia-Dax pattern of burst capillaries owing to too-tight straps. Oopsie.
DCG work is about what I’d expected it would be: lousy ergonomics (need a laptop stand or a keyboard drawer or both), quiet surroundings, the sort of gentle and untaxing proofreading and markup work that I can just about do in my sleep now. (Though I notice I start slowing down after about three hours of it. Very possibly it’s just as well that I’m moving into managing this sort of project rather than doing it myself.)
That plus a fairly otiose class (group presentations) has got me really rather tired. I’ve checked the usual job sites (nothing interesting that I haven’t applied for), plowed through the blogs, and done next week’s networking reading. I’ve a game session scheduled for this evening—and after that, I rather think I shall make the closer acquaintance of shower and bed.