I thought

that this week would be a nice and slow one. I was wrong.

I rolled out of bed this morning. Didn't open my eyes until an hour later (when I had been at work for thirty minutes). When I stumbled in at the office I noticed that I fell on the hard concrete floor and not on any letters. That is a bad sign. If the mail has not arrived when we are supposed to start it usually means that when it finally arrives it is going to be a lot. And it was. And when it is plenty one day it will be plenty the next day, and the day after that. So even if the week started out great, it will not end the same way.