Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Ol’ Robbo went back to work today after his Christmas break and found himself completely discombobulated.

For one thing, there was practically nobody on the road, and the morning commute was such an absolutely breeze that the pleasure almost made up for the fact that I had to do it in the first place.  (Alas, the evening return was marred by a nasty accident that tied up the parkway and ruined any prospect I had of making a record time coming home.)

For another, I kept forgetting it is Wednesday all day.  When Wednesday is de facto Monday, it’s disconcerting because it combines the two feelings of “Okay, tower, rotating now” and “Approaching destination…request vector to the initial descent”.

Very strange.

I understand, by the bye, that for the rest of the week, I’m actually the senior guy in my office, as all the suits are going to be out.  Heh, indeed.  My plan for tomorrow is therefore thus:  Office chair races in the hallway in the morning with intermittent breaks for Xerox-sitting contests;  pizza and kegger in the conference room for lunch; and an afternoon of hoisting the black flag and conducting a series of raids on the supply closets of other sections.  N’YAR!

UPDATE: I joked about the chair races bit to a young colleague today.  She thought I was serious and was baffled when I explained that I wasn’t.  *Thud*