Now before bed, after having been up writing all night, I say good evening.
I made a few trades this week and, unless there is something dramatic unfolding, I will likely stay low tomorrow. This weekend, I have one final push of work to complete. Then things should break steady.
Or, well…stead-ier, I guess. The busy season in my industry is almost complete, as is a time stacked project I am working on. Throw in the usual academic pursuits and a few nonprofits I board and I was never exactly blessed with free time.
But the uninterrupted 11 and 12 hour days should be just about over. The wife is more or less done with them, and with me being preoccupied. I have been directed, without any room to interpret, that I am to be a family man until Christmas. To make sure I toe the job description, my duties have all been conveniently written and meticulously planned for me.
The schedule is quite something to behold. Long work hours are to be cut short. Late work nights with cups of tea have transformed into tea parties and chaperoning little princesses around the state, to all their most pressing affairs. Vacationing in the north is being explored.
Actually Madame de Thaler has been most good about the past few years, when I have been just dreadfully preoccupied. I will be happy to accommodate her, with quiet dignity. Even if I’d much rather be in the company of gentlemen, conducting business affairs, than in the company of children, conducting games of merry-go-round.