No telecommuting in my pajamas, no scavenger hunts across midtown Manhattan, not even a single meeting to break up the afternoon. I did get this ill-fitting and not exactly stylish hat today, when I agreed to be one of the male searchers for the floor — the folks who, in case of a fire or other emergency, make sure the conference rooms and bathrooms are emptied of people who should be evacuating. But that’s about it.
I did finally finish re-reading Watership Down, though. I’m not at all surprised to re-discover that it’s a thoroughly enjoyable and lovely book. (Not to spoil anything, but “Silflay hraka u embleer rah” may be the greatest insult I’ve ever read.)