I can't talk too much about what happened, but work suddenly got complicated and political, and little me stuck in the middle of it.
Is it too much to ask that we can just get on with our job?
Apparently, it is.
And on top of that, we had the results of our employee engagement survey, where management was surprised results were so bad, and the rest of us surprised they were so good.

I slept poorly Monday night, so once the meeting was over, I logged off and went to lay in bed, though sleep would not come.
I lay there through the afternoon, listening to the rain gently falling outside, and the corvids and seagulls arguing about the stuff in the feeders and on the ground.

We toasted ourselves with Belgian tripel and English cider, and all was well with the world.
The evening had Ipswich at Coventry, with Town needing a win to almost secure promotion.
A good game, which town won 2-1, so need a single point now from their final game to go up, or Leeds to fail to win.
It is spring, with evenings and nights warm enough to not need the heating on.
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