You can call me Dr. Peachy, just like my new friends at the office

Oh. my. god. I know that I dropped off the face of the earth for a while there, but who knew that real work could be so incredibly tiring? Go on, laugh, I know you want to. But seriously, between this actual gainful employment that serendipitously fell in my lap, and the wedding planning trip I took to California over the weekend, I just want to drop into bed and sleep and sleep and sleep.

So: work. It's a consulting gig, lasting 10 weeks. I was originally told I would be writing background pieces for a conference, and that I could work from home. Upon further discussion, it now turns out that I actually have to supervise other people writing, and this requires me to come into a physical office at least part of the time. Fortunately, the office is literally 5 minutes from our apartment. Unfortunately, I've already exhausted my two work appropriate outfits, and am now scrambling to obtain more. Also, two straight days, even in my most comfortable high heels, has resulted in a clearly noticeable limp. I've been giving my feet a 'once more into the breach' speech to prepare them for tomorrow's efforts, but thus far they remain unconvinced.

Also also, there's the issue of OL to consider. Feeling terribly guilty for abandoning her in favor of vast amounts of dollars thrown my way, I stopped by her place at 7:30 AM this morning. Yes, you read that correctly. I got out of bed before The Pit. She was happy that I had come calling, but a bit crestfallen that I couldn't stay for longer than an hour. Fortunately, it looks like Friday is a work from home day, so I'll be able to take her to lunch. I look forward to regaling you with OL stories once I gain some equilibrium with my new schedule.