a lady of letters

Hello darlings. It is bright and sunny and I am sure some form of fresh hell is in store for me. I am going into work for a few hours today. There is something pleasant about being able to dictate how long I will work when they are desperate for people. "Oh...I might be able to come in for a few hours today. I can be there for three to seven. Nothing more. I have plans."

I don't have plans but I refuse to work any later than that. I am feeling a bit Margo Channing today.


I suppose I ought to do some laundry so I don't go to work dressed in a ball gown. (that is too tempting sometimes)

late night thrills

It was work. I made them money and I enjoyed the groveling. So many people called in sick today and it was too enjoyable to see management squirm. I was polite. I brought in macaroons and they were grateful.
I came home, made soup, massaged the kind Mr. Jenner's shoulders and waxed sympathetic. I have laundry to fold. I will ignore it until tomorrow.

It was Wednesday. What more do you want? Need to finish another book.