Swimming upstream...

A dribble of work, which is done, and my desk area hasn't been so clean in months, but I really feel no closer to being ready to leave for Houston than I did two weeks ago. Add to that a promise of a torrent of work tomorrow (granted, from the client who promised a torrent of work last Friday, which did not appear, but still...) and I find myself in a cerulian blue funk.

A few notable things that should be at hand are not, which is very annoying, though I should probably count my blessings (a bunch of stuff I need is at hand).

Is it nearly 10 pm already? That probably explains why I'm tired.

Cheers...