"Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally of dealing with men." - Joseph Conrad

I've done a little bit of a whole bunch of stuff today. With the exception of lunch and an hour of The Masters I've been on the move mentally and/or physically since about 3:30, so I'm going to sit this evening. Watch the F1 practice session I recorded from the middle of the night (they're in Shanghai this weekend), maybe do a crossword puzzle, and otherwise disengage from reality.

Part of that level of activity was therapy, the medication of work.
I am, to put it nicely, irritated.

and in a rare display of self-censorship I've just deleted eight paragraphs of a rant that would do no good, and potentially some harm. 

I promise to be my normal, cheerful self by tomorrow night's post, with pictures of kitties and a discussion of all things warm and fuzzy.