llama llooking llazyMonday had a relatively normal number of work things. Apparently, Stephanie was sick—food poisoning or something. Yuck. I cooked some tuna helper and helped her get groceries after work was over.

I’ve also got to get up at 5am tomorrow and do more work stuff, which should be fine, but may cause unnecessary annoyance if exactly the wrong things happen. Ah well. That’s what we have to do in this job; there’s nothing we can really do about it except hope that it’ll all work right.