There is general exhaustion and relief that that, at least, is all over. Today work began again, for both the Gentleman Friend and myself. I took to it more easily: redoing someone else’s work on an annual report (I’d written it in earlier years, but couldn’t this year), and completing a deprivation analysis. Tonight we go to a birthday dinner for the GF’s young nephew.
The American farce continues apace. It it hard to resist checking every so often to see the latest tweets and accompanying furies on Metafilter and elsewhere.