You call these "scattered showers"?

Bah. Well, at least it wasn't doing this on the weekend. Grim, cold, rainy, wretched, ugh.

Brought work home (much later than I planned to, but somehow meetings and whatnot kept sneaking up on me, not to mention Steve had to find me a laptop with Office on it). It's not going as speedily as I could wish, but that could be either Monday after a long weekend or the fact that I'm so damn sick of these storyboards.

That, and Emmett was putting molding on my door when I got in. The new owners want to pretty the place up, it seems. He put one kind on my door and another kind on his and Kathy's. Looks a tad bizarre. Anyway, this meant lots of electric-drill noises for the first half hour. (It's not my fault! Not that a girl playing Nine Inch Nails has any right to complain.)

Oh well, I have tea and I braved the outdoors to get shortbread (all the fancy fishmonger's/grocery store across the way could provide, but do you see me complaining?). Life could be worse. And having two laptops running at once is fostering a delightful illusion of geekitude in me.

Back to my storyboards...

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One down. ONE. GOD this is taking a long time.

Didn't help that with the last reprint the writer suddenly went crazy for figures. I mean, 5? On the same page? Each requiring its own button? GIVE ME STRENGTH!

...on which note, perhaps it's time for some food more nourishing than shortbread...

attempted geekitude

is not going so well. I keep reaching for the wrong mouse.

Trackpad on THIS computer. Real mouse (instead of gungy little bit of green rubber in the middle of the keyboard) on the OTHER computer. Right.