That was a hell of a week, but at least it's all over. I had a few big projects to complete – not ordinarily a problem, naturally, but there have been so may other little exta jobs cropping up which have mean that the major projects got bumped further and further back.
It's a tricky time of year, this. We have the MacUser awards and the big Mac show, this year back to Olympia. I got myself involved in both (partly through my self-sabotaging inability to say no, partly because I hate to see a job badly done, and partly for other reasons...), had to write some extra little bits for the magazine... etcetera, etcetera, etcetera [to be said à la Yul Brynner in The King and I].
No matter. A late finish on Sunday night meant that it is all done. Finished. Completed and submitted.
And you have no idea how good that feels.
True, there are many thing I need to do this week, but the pressure should be nothing like as bad as it has been since the last post.
You never know: maybe this blog will cease to document my mood swings and start to offer some decent editorial content as opposed to being the 21st century equivalent of the snivelling diary of a teenage girl.
As I write this, I'm sitting in an adorable café near to the office, drinking Earl Grey and eating a fruit scone with jam and cream. (The young lady will tell you that I'm easy to please; a cream tea will rescue me from all but my blackest moods.)
Thanks for the words of encouragement, particularly from my Ma. And a specific 'thanks for nothing' to Cope for suggesting that the sapping malaise I feel is endemic and uncurable...
(Incidentally, the above pic was taken last night as I was working on some stuff; it's of the shadow one of our tea strainers balancing on the spout of our teapot.)