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All right... the joy of working extra hours has officially worn off. I'm sick of boxes and props and being asked what happened to whatever is missing or damaged or just plain stupid. Also, plans keep changing so I don't know what the heck is going on. So I'm tired and cranky.
On the plus side, I have gumbo for lunch, a letter on the way, and some artwork that is coming along better than I expected. I'd enjoy that more if I wasn't so tired.
An old nemesis has returned to haunt me, but I think I'm a step ahead of it this time. Wish me luck.