Friday, September 03, 2004

Time keeps on rushing, rushing, rushing 

The vacation is starting to wind down, despite the kids' audible protests and my silent ones. Last night I even dreamed I was at work. (I'd qualify that as a nightmare in itself.) Someone had "borrowed" my monitor and I was walking around the shop trying to find it, debating whether I should just go home in protest. (Of course, in real life I have two monitors hooked up to the station, so I would just use the second one whilst grumbling under my breath.)