On the one hand, it feels a little like Monday, but it’s actually Thursday. Which should make for a nice short work week.
On the other hand, it feels more like I’ve been working for the past eleven days straight, since last Monday. Because, oh yeah, I have been.
Seriously, I’m not complaining. The conference was just a three-hour train ride away from home, the hours were entirely reasonable (10-5 most days), and it was an interesting experience. This was the American Psychiatric Association’s annual meeting, so the convention center was full of drug companies, whose massive booths and presentations put our own small bookstore to shame.
I just really want a day off.