We'll pay for this....

....my Joy of Work day from yesterday ended abruptly with a day of estimating today. If you wish to suck the soul from a human, make them perform estimating for eight hours.

Mid-torture, I padded down to the bank stopping on the way back to try a new coffee shop. Great beans, shame about the milk. My coffee mate was none too pleased at my unfaithfulness (see what I did there?), but he missed nothing.

Waiting for the number 12 now, hoping for a Wednesday tomorrow, Friday. If you know what I mean?