Vacation is only hours away. I can feel it in my bones.
My weary, dog-tired bones.
Tomorrow I will spend the day doing five days worth of work in order to leave my desk in some semblance of order. People have been handed out their assignments for when I am gone, and everything should run like clockwork.
I see many cappucinos in my future.
I'll check back in on a daily basis. After all, this IS NaBloPoMo, and we must abide by the rules.
Until tomorrow, then.