I atent dead

But it feels like it sometimes. Apparently the plan for the length of my coworker's maternity leave is to operate in crisis mode, which means I work overtime for six weeks, and this is not okay, but it's apparently my life for now. It means that while I open lj, I don't end up reading and I'm behind in the news, and in the lives of you folks I've become somehow close to in this weird distal way.

I have only trivial news about me and mine -- but I do have a livingroom! I have shoveled out the stuff that we piled into it during the endless library project and we have even sat around with Moher and watched TV and stuff.

Other than that, well, there's some bicycle politics happening, but I'll report on that when I can breathe.