Spring Fever

Here I sit, manning the reception desk at work, watching the gorgeous weather outside, wishing I could be out there. I’m all caught up on the work I needed to get done by week’s end, and now I’m just helping out the rest of the department and stalling until it’s time to go homeā€¦ without being too obvious about it. Not that there’s much of anyone to bust me for slacking; this place is dead today. Anyone with any sense must have decided to play hookey and go golfing.

Of course, now that I have some time to blog, I can’t really think of anything I’d wanted to say. Figures.