The conference call was five hours long. Five. Hours. Three hundred minutes of my life that I will never get back. And guess what? Yentl wants another one on Friday!
Kill me now.
I picked up a CD of "Music to Practice Yoga By" or some such. I had it playing in the car on my way to and from work. (No yoga was done, however.)
I am home among my own. All is well. Tomorrow is another day.
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