It's that W day again. Fog, rain, and possibly snow to come. Drove 40 miles to a library meeting only to allow myself to be once again enraged by the short-sightedness of one particular director in our consortium. For some reason, it's always that one. The problem isn't quite as large as I had feared, but still is going to require major effort to correct it.
Now the library is dead, which is good, really. But that also means I have to struggle to stay awake until 8 and then drive home safely. Yuck.
Now the library is dead, which is good, really. But that also means I have to struggle to stay awake until 8 and then drive home safely. Yuck.