Wednesday, July 15, 2009


Mostly, I don't mind being oncall. Secondary is a relatively minor intrusion and primary makes me feel useful. But on days like today where all I want to do is drive into the distance and well out of cell range, it's truly an anchor weighing me down, dragging me under. It is a resplendent day; given my druthers I'd play hooky and take the dog for a hike. As it is, I'm sitting at work trying desperately to pass the time with anything unrelated to actual work (or thought). Sadly, people have not been terribly forthcoming with CLs for review. And I can only play so many games of table tennis and Rock Band (tm).