A gloat of sorts, a day in the shop.
Have two projects going for two different customers.
Both wondering where they are, but ultimately happy with the progress.
Beats the old job in cube-hell.
I'd thank my ex-boss for ridding himself of me, but the ends don't always
justify the means.
So I'll go back to making long, wispy curlies and listening to the finches
just outside the door.
God, does life get better than this?