Sorry, Internet, but my job is kicking my ass at the moment. Two enormous deadlines plus one unexpected crisis=several 14 hour days. Last night I worked until midnight and had to be on the job again at 7:30 (Chicago time — it was starting time in NY). To make matters worse, Mr. Spy has taken himself to the Botanic Garden and is cruelly sending me beautiful pictures of Arcadia. As a result, I was forced to drag myself out of my basement office and colonize the back porch, where I have two computers, two telephones and a wicker basket full of files, and also the remains of a BLT sandwich, with which I consoled myself. On the plus side, all the projects are interesting. I will be back soon with tales of my escape from Irene, of a bicycle adventure, and probably some other stuff I’m not thinking about right now because I’ve spent the last 48 hours staring at spreadsheets in several languages. Oh, and a picture of my favorite taxidermy shop, because I live in a place where there are enough of them to have a favorite.
Come back soon!