But Linda D. of BrainCheese (came through my email notification of blog comments) says she thought I had "grown silent."
Imagine me, silent!
Actually, working six nights a week does seem to have an effect. Why, HuggaMutt's been gone for days, and I still don't have time to miss her. In fact, I dreamed about the cats last night, but no Ellie.
Well, we've got a weekend replacement in training. Just no new people. His job will be secure.
Plus both my immediate superior, GF, and I are resigned to a probable layoff by Christmas. Should brighten up the holidays... We are readying things for the elimination of the night shift.
Sort of like when I preplanned my own funeral. Only not as entertaining.