Running on empty.
Dragged myself to the week's midway point after another day in the Mistake Factory that must have been scripted by the Monty Python circa 1975.
Quite dispirited at the thought of having to laboriously push my corporate dung ball to the top of Disillusion hill, to find it back at the bottom the next day...
But hey! I had kind of forgotten! Tomorrow we celebrate the Patron Saint of Snake Charmers and French Exchange Students with Green Curly Wigs.
What a marvelous invention. A day off in the middle of the week.
And my American colleague got to wish me a happy Patty's day, and why not? We all love a nice juicy burger!