As usual, I had written up a nice big blog about my day. About the ups, the downs, the boring middle sections I love to tell and everybody hates to read. And then I hit Post and Publish.

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Noooooooo!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . Mid afternoon onward, I pretty much lost all opportunity to work. The boss kept me busy making the last minute arrangements for the holiday party. Moving tables, moving chairs, setting up the bar. Then the food arrived, and of course it was all wrong (too few trays). And the help we hired couldn't work the bar on time, so I had to fill in. And somebody (me) had to set aside food for the missing coworkers. But the dinner was a hit. The vodka was flowing. We, oddly, ran out of white wine. The usual drunken inappropriate commenting. And there was even singing ... ... Followed by the obligatory fight between coworkers. Your typical office holiday party.