There's some top-secret stuff going on at work. I'm in on the secret, but I can't talk about it with anyone, even here under my pseudonym, just in case.
Sorry to be vague. God knows I'd love to spill my guts, but all I can say is that there's a lot at stake, and it's stressing me out. The one thing taking up most of the real estate in my head right now is something I can't share.
The Big Computer Project is still lurching forward from one delay to the next. I'll hear from my project manager that the data guy says the data is all good now. So I'll log in to the test site to check it out for myself, and sure enough, the data guy hasn't got a sweet clue. Data guy likes to skim my e-mails, and more often than not he misses one essential detail that makes the difference between "all good" and "are you kidding me here?"
I'm doing a lot of deep sighing, sometimes with my eyes closed for extra serenity now.
Nothing else is really registering deeply with me at the moment. I'm sleeping alright, putting healthy food in my belly three times a day, talking to people, and taking in various forms of entertainment, but I'm not all there. I feel like part of me is in suspended animation, waiting to find out how all the top-secret rigamarole is going to turn out. Fingers crossed.