The day came to a close, and my full time hours were over. Finally. Yay! And my weekend effectively started like it is supposed to.
I feel free. Ah, to enjoy a day off.
I send a video of I Made it Through the Rain by Barry Manilow to Mark.
Me:
My full time hours are over
Mark Waterdale:
Does that mean she's back?
Me:
She's back. Today. She only flew in last night, so she couldn’t drag her sorry arse into the office today, where she would normally be in the office on a Wednesday.
Mark Waterdale:
Sweet release from the yoke of the oppressor.
Me:
Throwing off the shackles of the overlords and running and being free
"I’m free. I’m free."
Hands waving in the air, running down the street.
Mark Waterdale:
Congratulations… life is good.
Me:
The pesky cyst on my elbow burst too, and puss oozed out, so it’s no longer tight like a drum, and it feels much better now
Life’s good
Mark Waterdale:
Oh, that must be a relief
😁
Me:
No more leaning on a table and feeling like I have a bean bag under my elbow. And thanks to Dr Pimple Popper, I knew to try and pull the sack out too, which I think I may have managed. Maybe? Cross your fingers.
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