So that ten days and the bucket of progesterone? Make that one day. I'm okay, though I would still rather be someplace that's else. Though things are looking up: my new job is quite nice, very much the thing that earns me money without taking it out of my soul.

Oh, and speaking of which, I've had a book recommended to me and I need to get my hands on it: The Reinvention of Work, by Matthew Fox.

In other news, I got a letter this morning telling me I've been called to jury duty next month. This could be interesting. Or not.