Work again.

Monday went better than usual, but not as well as expected. The first few hours were lovely - the sneering man sent one of my directors an email telling him the Saga of the Nearly-Missed Target, saying that it had never felt so good to be proved wrong. Then things started to go wrong again and it all went phooey.

I left work at 18:45 and went home; I was in bed by 19:30 and slept on and off until takeaway arrived for dinner. Then I ate and slept again. I hope I'm not getting the cold that's been going around at work; everyone seems to be ill.

Had a lovely chat on the phone with Mum and Niamh yesterday. I have been too tired an busy to talk to them lately so it lasted hours.