Staff meeting makes me happy, and the day has left me satisfied already. Worked a full, productive day, with a Mexican lunch in the middle. I felt slackerly last week, so getting things knocked out was most redemptive.
Since I get the mail, I now may have the most dangerous job in the office. Hazard pay? Actually, one of my aspiriations is to be consistently ready to die. Not a death wish (though I've been known to have one), but peace about the life I have and the life I'll keep having, come what may.
Crown is good. Staff is going to be good. I'm basking a bit.