Mar 23, 2008 23:28
It had been a quiet day so far. The patrol reports had all come back dull as dishwater, not always the case this month, what with all the crazy giant cats and others toothed creatures wandering about. But today the only tigers were hidden in the trees. The prison had been built, the work on the paths had not yet begun, so at the moment there was a lull between projects. The interviews for the upcoming edition of the paper were finally finished, and while Vimes was most definitely not looking forward to this one, at least he didn't have to worry about it yet. He needed to sort through the roster and match up a few new sets of partners, but that could wait for the next day.
It was almost six o'clock, after all.
He piled the papers he had been working on together (they were perched precariously on the edge of his desk, but at least they were actually in a pile) and packed his things together.
Crazy as it sounded when you were stuck on a magical island on Roundworld with a jungle outside and giant man-eating lizards to worry about, it was just another day at the office.
eostre