What is work but work, and more, at this time it seems to have no end. I have a three-day weekend, though, as I am leaving for Seattle on Friday for a lock-in birthday bash on Saturday. My boss has begged me to come in on one of the Saturdays this month to process amendments. I have the day of my choice off in return.

I have not opened the cognac yet. I am waiting, but I'm not sure why. I guess I'll open it when I'm ready to drink it.