Modesty, good taste and a modicum of discretion limit the extent of my comments but today was a perfectly offal, er, awful day at the Skunk Works and the entire week has been suboptimal.
Oh, the excitement! Oh, the glamor! Oh... Oh, the kvetching. Every two weeks, they write me a check, a process which must gall terribly. Feh. Still on the six-day weeks, so tomorrow I will at least be unfairly chided at time and a half.
Update: as predicted. Y'know, it's becoming routiine.