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I've been working. Ten, twelve, fifteen hour days I've been dealing with work. Last weekend lady_curmudgeon went in for surgery and my parents visited. We transplanted some trees, worked on my fence line and put up a flag pole. Pictures may come at some later point.

I missed captain18 being in the state.

And before that? I was working.

That is all.

Up-front disclaimer: No, it was not a Daily Deviation.

I keep a pair of galleries for my work. One is at FA, the other is on dART. Most of you who read this journal are familiar with DeviantART because it's the system I use to post my work as "deviations" to my LiveJournal. I balance my work so that FA and dART pretty much mirror one another, so it's not as if one gallery gets sooper seekrit work while the other doesn't. I keep them both mirrored simply because they offer exposure to different types of audiences and I enjoy being able to share my efforts. Do I have a favorite? Not really. I like FA and dART pretty much equally, though dART is a bit superior as it seems to have less problems reading the EXIF data from my photos. And it doesn't limit the size of my images to 1280x1280. And it lets me post my work directly to my LJ, as you all well know. And dART has a working search function.... but I digress.

I haven't been doing much posting on either site for the last month because I've been busy with work and personal matters. Imagine my surprise when I signed into DeviantART the other day and found that a user (tainte-truffle) had put together a narrative complimented by a collection of photographs -- and that one of my photographs had been included! That's right, my "Missing Door" piece was featured in the "Abandoned Places" collection alongside some other fantastic works.

I'm incredibly honored and I don't mind saying that it really made my day.

Those interested can see the "Abandoned Places" collection at http://news.deviantart.com/article/64552/

You all know this song, so here's the abridged version. Fourteen hour work day, 6 hours of it in an outage response meeting that was filled with finger pointing, hand waving, wild accusations, straw-grasping and no resolution. Crappy drive home with malfunctioning truck (throwing four diagnostic codes now, how exciting) in even worse weather did wonders for my tension -- it's always more interesting if you don't actually know you're going to get home. Hour of shoveling driveway, collapse into bed at some hour of the morning after midnight. Got three hours of sleep because e-mail kept waking me up (needed to check them and be ready for a phone call due to the outage).

Climb out of bed ass-early, shovel, take out the garbage and start the new day on a wonderful drive into the office.

However, to keep things in perspective, I quote Ozzy: It could be worse. I could be Sting.

Well, maybe I'm not dead -- but I'm not resting, either.

( I am, however, taking pictures with my new toy. )

There you have it. If my photographs have left you in pain, I profoundly apologize. Let me suggest that you go enjoy some of the works of one gatcat by clicking here. Trust me on this.

Everybody wants you.

Went to the Meijer on the way home from "Super Service" training today (That'd be "customer service" training to those not in the vernacular) to pick up a few groceries and necessities. Gin, tonic, that sort of thing. While I remembered at the last second to pick up a new toothbrush, somewhere in the process I utterly forgot to get a new tub of Folger's. My house is without coffee for the first time ever. I feel vaguely unsettled by this development. I may have to make a 3:00 AM Meijer run in order to soothe my OCD.

Some day I'll master this "shopping list" instead of relying upon my overtaxed mental capacity.

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