Cmon let's go.
Bunch of us were hanging out in a sweet ol' library, updating a wiki on this crusty, antiquated mainframe, but it was equipped with bleeding edge virtual display - when you're using it you appear as if swatting at gnats in the air, but you're grabbing at menus and such like. The entry on xurvandus1 was going nowhere: Some weirdo ecclesiastical (redundancy alert!) types got in and put pure baloney in there, the thing was propaganda after the first headache-inducing statements. Also, it was machine-translated from God only knows what argot, so good luck on getting anything out of that for your research.
And the clock reads 04:29. Time to get up, I guess.
Shift wasn't too bad. My trainee2 is not averse to firing any number of sincere, very sharp/chirpy "fuck yeah!"s to the tidbits of carefully selected wisdom from yt; but to be honest I think it was the big doses of sinus decongestant (and morning coffee) that the trainee was on and not quality of said tidbits. At least most of training went smoothly, until, well, like most things at the mines, the day went swooshing downward with remarkable swiftness. Unlike trainee, I am weathering the fucking cold quite well, no cold or congestion, and my coffee is quadruple-strong black, no sugar no cream. Of course.
The workday tale ends with the usual paperwork, wouldn't be Monday without it, pileup of tasks, tasks on top of tasks, some cardio, a couple of brain teasers, a catchy tune or two, and very nearly 13 hours later I'm home sweet home sending hi-hellos to my darling love lovely dove, and quite ready for some superdericious naptime. Know what I'm sayin?
1. In dreamtime it seemed to be an archaic term for a political movement.
2. After only a year of asking for help, I finally get some! Woot.