Okay, I got those last two packages shipped, I blatantly goofed off for an hour while I wrote a short list of my favorite Golden Age British mystery authors, I had a nice ham sandwich for lunch, I got the coolest superheroes stamps at the post office, I ate two cookies, the R.C. promised to bring home one of the Chocolate Surprise treats for me so I could taste it, a Mystery Box arrived with today's UPS shipment and contained the second-to-last gift I've been waiting for, and I've eaten a lot of chocolate. And whatever it was that was floating around in my left eye has finally been banished by a fourth washing of that contact lens.

Note the food theme. In a week where the press of urgent projects has often caused me to forget breakfast until 2:00 p.m., it's nice to be well-fed. (Granted, this morning's unscheduled crisis meant I had breakfast at 1:05 p.m. and lunch at 1:15 p.m., but it's an improvement.)

It's a lesson to me to persevere, in the face of workplace wig-outs.

And not to overreact to seeming provocation. As the R.C. says, the men I work with are a terrible bunch of little, old women, along with being flaky, and I need to just deal with that. (I'm just saying. Any group where I'm the "adult" is in trouble.)

Today's timecard might have a four-hour block of time where I mention half a dozen projects vaguely without itemizing precisely how much time each of them took me, but I doubt if the world will end on that account.

All in all, today has been a pretty good day.