So. Back.

Back home, although the day wasn't without its drama. My brother nearly crushed his hand moving the extremely large and heavy container-type thingie made for the back of his ute - basically it converts the ute bed into a small enclosed truck. We got it onto the ute without (much) incident, but when he and Dad and Leanne's partner Phil were unloading it up at Lee and Phil's place, David's fingers got squashed as they were putting it down. No breaks, just a lot of bruising and grazing down to the bone (ick!) and he's got his right hand in a sling and the week off work.

Needless to say, it kind of turned the family BBQ a little upside-down, but still a good day. Barring the injury.

Work tomorrow, back on the regular nine-to-five Monday to Friday thing. I have no idea where I'm working, given a lack of workstations in the front office (and in the back office after 1pm), but as far as I know, I'll be writing findings for the most part. Expect email presence to avoid congealed brain. *grins*

Still stuffed. I don't think I've eaten so much in months.