The answer to "How late are you going to work tonight?" is "Until my anxiety meds wear off."
The company I work for is doing the first "human implants" with two of our new products on the 12th and 15th of April - which means serious crunch time for me. (We have developed two new medical devices that get implanted in the lumbar of the spine for spinal stenosis.) I'll probably be here until midnight or so tonight trying to get all my paperwork done - and then back again tomorrow. (Sat. - I know!) So, poo.
I'm taking a short dinner break right now and catching up on my internetting. More poor brain is mush and my anxiety levels are still raging. Did I tell you that (within 4 months) my dad died, then Jim's dad died, then we found out my grandparents have severe dementia and my mom had to fly to California to help them, then when she brought my grandpa back, he attacked her and she had to call 911 and they hauled him away. Now my poor mom, who still isn't over my dad dying, is trying to figure out how to get both of them in homes and my grandpa back to California. Thank God she wasn't hurt, but it scared the bejeesuz out of her. and me. (I flew out of bed at 2am and drove over there.) So, now you know why I'm on meds.
I am trying to find the time to take more pictures, however, and put a few on flickr (they are not exciting, sorry). Anyway - I'm rambling here and need to get back to work.