Back in the saddle
The morning is chugging along. Everyone seems glad to have me back, even the guy at Tim Horton's when I stopped for my morning cup of coffee. "How long has it been?" he cried, at my approach.
Things are busy but not overly so, and it's been mostly operational stuff and few calls from the public thus far. All to the good, really. This afternoon I'm going to the gym, then I'm going to go home and wash my dishes, which are threatening a bloodless coup in the kitchen.
Had weird and intense dreams about travelling in a hot air balloon. Don't remember most of them now, sadly.
Things are busy but not overly so, and it's been mostly operational stuff and few calls from the public thus far. All to the good, really. This afternoon I'm going to the gym, then I'm going to go home and wash my dishes, which are threatening a bloodless coup in the kitchen.
Had weird and intense dreams about travelling in a hot air balloon. Don't remember most of them now, sadly.