Land of the Living

I'm back at work today, feeling somewhat humanoid. I'm supposed to be past contagion, so I feel safe enough to be out, but I'm still low on sleep. I'm waking every 30 minutes or so, mostly from my own sleep apnea. (Ed says my snores are on a par with outboard motors.) I still have some soreness and swelling, but not nearly as bad as on Monday.

The guys in my office are at it again. It always seems to happen in January that they start talking about money, taxes, etc. They can't change anything, but they still b!tch about it.

I'd rather be at home.

I'm making progress on a new design for socks. I need more time to knit.