Old familiar

The nights (and presumably the mornings - although so far less discernibly so) are just starting to pull out. But old familiar standbys are still available on those days when work ties me otherwise to the desk.

Today's emails - 60 sent and counting. And it's only 4pm.

I'm looking forward to the weekend, but mainly because it will represent an opportunity to catch up on things that should have been done this week, and haven't even been started.