Rest days or time away from work is too precious, that it seems to almost slip by unnoticed. I guess that has to account for the fact that I no longer enjoy what I’m doing and I definitely am not denying that. I would have drafted, printed and turned over my resignation letter in a heartbeat, had my husband stayed with the big C. I guess it’s his turn to rest now. In the mean time I’ll have to drag myself each and every working day to go to the office and put up with someone who has an alternate reality. I am tempted to go on in detailing the animosity and mental wellness of the said persona but I decided not to. Not because I fear that the said imp will find out of this entry, but simply because I paid precious money for this domain and hosting package, and I don’t believe such a lowly creature deserves much more space.

Good night people!