And just like that, the world changes.
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.
Three hour talking about how things could be better, much to the surprise of management.
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.
I had lemon pasta for lunch, which went down very well, and for dinner I cooked chorizo hash, which partly counted as dirty food.
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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