These are long days.
Week three is well under way and we're all feeling the burn.
Piles of resubs. Pile of new pieces needing to be done.
Always something needs to be done.
Ozzy the dog just doesn't understand why I don't want to throw the ball when I come home in the evening. He doesn't understand why I forget to give him treats in the morning. He looks bemused when I yell at him for pulling the power out of the laptop.
He's doing better than the fish. Fed them three times in two weeks. I think they've started to eat each other. Very sensible really.