I'm not sure about you but I feel out of time. Like I'm waiting for the world to catch up with me. Perhaps my usual batch of fate-flotsam is currently rattling around Kelowna - confused that it can't find me at the White Spot.
More likely: the usual problem projects are holding back, rallying with each other for a tsunami of spreadsheet hell that crashes my desktop right before the long weekend.
(I just held the shift key so long the filter keys menu popped up. My brain is moving at... actually it may not be moving at all. Woo hoo, finally the fingers are free to say whatever the hell they feel like with no editing - we think the microsoft enabled keyboard is a pain in the ass because it has a different shaped delete key - and we just love deleting things - wish we could delete the whiney drivel above, but it might make the brain take charage aagain = ack! what? orf!!!)
My fingers are weird.
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