going home now

Eight goddamn hours of work later, and I'm ready to call it a day. Worked from 3 to 11 p.m. And now, the real work week begins as Monday looms. I can tell this is going to be a tiring week, what with everything happening at once: final prep for my trip, shopping for Friday's office meal (plus the cooking), and of course, the ton of proofreading I still have to do. 

This weekend, I did a second proofreading of Book 7 in an eight-book series we're creating for use—maybe—by our company's new franchise branch. Or possibly by our main branch. I no longer know and can't say I really care. Our higher bosses tend to be scatterbrained and visionless; they're not particularly original or proactive, only reacting when they see something they don't want and asking us—always at the last minute—to make changes. Will our book actually be used, or will all this effort be in vain? The belated, out-of-the-blue, and thoroughly unprofessional "we've decided to go with a different set of books" scenario has happened before, more than once. We're supposed to start working on a totally new textbook series once we're done cranking out Books 3 and 7 of the current series (will we get to finish all eight books? your guess is as good as mine), and since I'll be gone for a month, I'm going to have to play catch-up upon my return. Not a problem: I have hours to make up, anyhow. I'll be toiling away for several weekends.

Anyway, I now walk home. I'll eat a final bowl of chocolate pudding tonight, and then I'll be fasting for three-ish days (although, as I said earlier, I might sneak some salad in there somewhere) before my hospital appointment on Thursday. Meanwhile, there's meal prep, trip prep, and other stuff to take care of. Better to be busy than to be bored, right?