Okay, I scare myself.

Working on a build now to test the things I came in early to look at. I got here at 6 on the dot, with my lunch made, having gotten up very slightly after 4:30.

I'm perky. I'm not awake, but I am perky, at least according to the project manager I have to work with. (Of course I am. Her project resulted in my being up at this hour - and also in her being up at this hour. I chirped at her on the phone; why not?)

So far I'm feeling okay but I suspect I'll regret this later today. Of course, that might be tempered by leaving work at about 3 pm which is my current plan.

The roads between home and work are surprisingly busy at 5:45 am...but still not busy. Just constant traffic, enough that you have to think about lane changes. It is, by the way, a 15 minute drive in totally clear traffic, able to do the speed limit all the way. So my 20/25-minute commutes in traffic are pretty impressive, I guess.

I'm going to go initialize project directories for another 4 projects while this thing compiles, then I can assign someone else to do the run of the metrics....

Day-ness and smart remarks. And I got a postcard!

I got off work at 4:55. So much for "in at 6 means out at 3". Then I had to stop and get my prescriptions (which I forgot until I passed that exit, had to turn around and go back two exits - and then I missed a turn and had to do some fancy work to get back there, I was not tracking well). Got home...well, about 6-ish, strangely enough.

Getting home brought the mail. On the one hand? I got the credit card bill that contains all the latest trips (not unexpectedly huge, but ouch!). On the other hand, I got a post-card from jillwolf. Thank you, Jill! That was a real day-brightener.

Also, I really got Scott with a smart-aleck remark just now. I got spam asking me if I wanted a second paycheck and I read the subject line out loud and then protested, "Dear gods, I can't afford the one I get now!"

*g* I'm pleased with the line. Also, The Oregonian called most of the extensions at our office trying to sell a paper and claiming they could not remove the block of numbers but would have to remove each one individually as a business. This is also the paper who told me repeatedly that I was getting a free subscription whether I wanted one or not at the old apartment (after I had been buried under one free subscription already). Scott and I only read about 5 pages of the paper between us, every third day, if it's delivered. Why would we want it?

At least this time they were polite about removing us. Last time, I had to descend to telling them that it wasn't my problem if they were too cheap to pay fees to have their garbage hauled away, I certainly wasn't going to be forced to do so by having it dumped on my doorstep.

Which is a bit harsh as they are not that bad of a paper, but I don't like people trying to force things on me. I get grouchy. Today reminded me of that when they called but, they were much more polite about this, and at least they did take each number off the list as they called it. *sigh*

And the evening was better.

I didn't get a lot done around the house, as I meant to, but I was off by a month on when Scott's parents are visiting, and he is moving his Wednesday game, so I don't feel so bad. I can get laundry done & packed tomorrow night, especially if I'm an hour early to work tomorrow which does seem advisable.

dansa gave me a code-review and help-writing task and I had a great deal of fun (I confused myself a couple times remembering how things work, but I had fun). And accomplished something; the help was even formatted right.

Other than that, I handled one easy issue and vegged around. My brain's off and I'm due to fly out of town the day after tomorrow, so...bleh. :/