“Man is tormented by no greater anxiety than to find someone quickly to whom he can hand over that great gift of freedom with which the ill-fated creature is born.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Grand Inquisitor
A detail photograph of Another cool sculpture from the Besthoff Sculpture Garden in New Orleans.
Tomorrow, I go back to work. In this weirdest and worst of all possible years I haven’t been off because of COVID – I am considered “essential.” As a matter of fact, up until two weeks ago I have been very busy at work – under plenty of pressure. Then, it let up a bit and I had a big backlog of PTO hours I had to take so, along with the Thanksgiving Holiday, I was off for two whole weeks. I haven’t done that on purpose for a long time (I was off for two weeks last year, but I was in the emergency room for a few days and recuperating until I felt strong enough to make it back home – so that doesn’t really count as vacation).
It feels odd – so wish me luck. I can’t remember any of my myriad passwords – so there will be some calls right off the bat.
Bill Chance 
Cardinal, or Conehead? You decide! Actually, it reminds me of an old-fashioned dunce cap.
I was just sitting here thinking about tomorrow’s work — I need to find my long underwear. All through August we moan and groan and long for winter. Now? The current 57F feels a little nippy, and we’re headed to 44. At least your workplace has a thermostat!
It’s supposed to hit freezing here tomorrow or the next day. Not only do I have a thermostat, but no view outside. It’s often a surprise when I go home because I had no idea of what the weather had done all day.