Crazy Friday...

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An unusual amount of The Routine Stuff™ landed in the inbox this morning, making the kind of noise one associates with thermonuclear weapons testing. What was particularly unusual was the end client's insatiable thirst for much of the stuff to be returned as soon as possible, suggesting that—in a departure from habit—someone was in the end client's office on Friday.

So, I went at it, and the next thing I knew, it was 2 pm and I had put a sizeable dent in what had arrived, enough so that I could schedule the rest for this weekend, in addition to all the other happy stuff I've got on the plate.

I really need to figure out a way to clone myself, at least on a temporary basis.

We'd clean up.

Temporarily.