Train wreck: see also my week. But this a great improvement over the last. And the drama is leveling off at the day job. That is to say, it’s gone from twenty crises an hour, to just a few per day. Though one or two prove halfway serious. Otherwise, it’s almost so quiet I can sip water between phone rings.

Lunches missed this week: two.
Vacation wished for: none.
Sick days should have exercised: one.
Times cursed at doctors: six.
Number of curses spewed at no specific individual: lost track.