Yawn

I apologize for the lack of chattiness this morning. I'm still tangling with something of a cold that's making the rounds. Watery eyes, soar throat, yadda, yadda, yadda.

I hope it doesn't develope into anything worse, as I happen to have tomorrow off. Did I mention that? Oh, yes. One of the perks of guv'mint service is the availability of a compressed work schedule that, at least theoretically, gives one every other Friday off. (I say "theoretically" because it is, of course, subject to the pressures of workload and deadlines.) Happily, my caseload is pretty light at the moment, so there's no good reason for me to come in tomorrow.

I know two people who are clenching their teeth even as they read this. One is our Llama Military Correspondent, to whom even the appearance of slacking is anathema. The other is the Butcher's Wife. Now that the kids are all in school, she has gone back to teaching full time. In fact, I do believe that tomorrow, apart from sick days, will be the very first time that she has to get up and go to work and I don't.

Well, I've got only one thing to say to the LMC and the Missus: HA-ha!

(Lest you think I'm going to spend the whole day eating bonbons and watching Oprah, let me just say here and now that I intend to rise with the lark, put on my wellies and head to the garden for a serious session of transplanting and pruning. But I'll save the details of that for another post.)