It's Thursday and my weekend is almost upon me.
And while my trainee is diligently slaving away next to me, I am secretly making this blog entry 'cause I know y'all would worry if I didn't. Right?
At least, that's what I tell myself.
Not a lot to report on here at The Job.
Work is work.
Not much to talk about in the personal life either.
Just finished reading an M.C. Beaton detective novel, and, before that, a book on North Korea entitled Nothing to Envy. I don't think I'll be giving Ms. Beaton any more of my hard-earned money. I've read fanfic that was written with more panache than the Hammish McBeth mysteries the lady writes.
And my never ending quest for pants that fit, goes on.
I wonder if I could get away with wearing a kilt on days?
Still alive and starting to obsess about my wardrobe. - G.