I managed to finish four hours tonight back at work...quickly, efficiently, more so that I thought my rusty self could. I've not been pointman for a module in a while, having served (swerved) as a stupidvisor for awhile before getting sick.
I did ok, thought. Startlingly enough, it might have been pure, mainlined adrenaline. The Danskos helped.
I've been lost in Kirill and the character for days in my head. I have real life ponderings, but for fantasies, Twin O' Mine, set off some hard core (NC-18, XXX) level lusts and I'm coping...barely.
Tomorrow, I'm off from work (and work the next three after that) but I get to eat din-din at a great Greek place and see Serenity.
Afghan progress is slow, but I'm considering ways to speed up the process.
Doom in ohhh....3 weeks. Merry Samhain to me!