Not that the work hasn't followed me home. I have to staple and fold 230 Orders of Worship, which knocks out a good part of the rest of the day. Ann called to see if I wanted to see a show with her at The Tractor at 5:00, and I'd love to have gone, but it just wouldn't work with all I need to do.
Mom called to check in on me. Love her, but she doesn't understand at all, and I just had to watch my lunch grow cold.
Am I just writing about more mundane stuff? Yup.
P.S. Lots of numbers in this entry. They add to 253.