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L'Astrolabe has left for the time being, and I am missing her! It's even worse this Monday, as I have the office all to myself, so my weeping will not disturb others.

It is indeed a cruel world!
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Carola said…
Poor Kris on Monday! Your pics are great, you know, but the best are your boat pics,really!
Can you make a list of your top five monday morning songs?
Nicht traurig sein, der nächste Freitag kommt bestimmt.
2 November 2009 at 08:53
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, I shall get right onto it.
2 November 2009 at 13:20
Roddy said…
While your word processor gently weeps. What a cruel fate some of us have. Look on the bright side, you at least have a job.
2 November 2009 at 16:23
Kris McCracken said…
I just finished a meeting that went for nearly TWO HOURS!
2 November 2009 at 16:46
Roddy said…
Was it two hours well spent? Even the smallest positive can some times be worthwhile. All I can say is look for the end of the tunnel and try to avoid the oncoming traffic. Good luck!
2 November 2009 at 19:21
Sue said…
And was there cake?
3 November 2009 at 10:46
Sue said…
Our Monday staff meeting, at the end of the day, consisted of champagne, beer, soft drink, chips and assorted cheeses. And lots of money changing hands as everyone joined the Cup Sweeps on offer. A lovely finish to the day that heralded a public holiday for those lucky enough to live in Melbourne. And better yet...only an average 50% attendance by students that day! Aaah.....
3 November 2009 at 10:51
Kris McCracken said…
There's never cake any more...
9 November 2009 at 11:51
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