Behold the white flag

I was a bad little homunculus today and left work shortly after lunch. My stated reasons for doing so were (a) not feeling well, and (b) being perilously close to saying something to a caller that would get me fired; in short, I simply Could Not Deal. (Oddly, the calls today weren't even all that bad, or at least not like they were last night. I hate working Friday evenings.) One leisurely dinner and a nice drive later, I'm feeling more myself, although a good night's sleep would probably help.

Unrelatedly, I've entered another stage in my life where song lyrics are positively drenched in personal meaning, which is usually a good indicator of my life being in flux. It also means I should probably lay off the Richard Thompson for a while.