On the up side, though, I got to see
I've been meaning over the last couple of days to write that if I fall strangely quiet again, it's not from depression at the moment - it's work, of all things. I'm finally doing something interesting, but it's also (at the moment) extremely labor intensive. My coworker got handed a course development project, and asked if I could lend a hand - partly because she heads out of town for two weeks in Hawaii this weekend - and permission was finally granted from on high. So we've had this week to slam things into shape, and both evenings so far I've stayed a couple of hours after. I can use the credit hours, certainly, and it's editing work, so it's both enjoyable and something I feel confident about my ability to do, and do well. It was supposed to just be proofing/typing level editing, but it's turned into content editing - which is part of the time suck.
The short notice is - if I don't post, or don't answer email or don't pick up the phone, it's nothing dire, and it's nothing personal. I know I'll be late coming back from work today and tomorrow, then the weekend is Westercon. Which I probably won't be dashing around like a madwoman, but I probably won't be anywhere near a keyboard, either.