What happens after?

It's been a long, emotionally wearing week. Somehow, I managed to balance all the crises with just missing one thing at work, and though I've lost the plot with distressing regularity (approximately once a day) I've managed not to do it at work. Which is fine by me, since I've always tried to keep work and the rest of my life compartmentalised.

And it could be worse. I also found out this week that one of our lawyers, who left very suddenly, did so after it was suggested she resign because she'd turned up at court smelling of alcohol. Jeez. Apparently the smell was so strong they thought she must have been drinking on the train there in the morning. *sighs*

( Cut for post-mortem business - we're not talking blood and gore, just what happens later... )

Meanwhile, I am also studiously avoiding touching either the novel or my UNCLE story edits because at the moment I am in the 'oh, it's all a big pile of shit, who would want to read that?' mindset. Hopefully this will alter with the assistance of the sunny weather and catching up on missed sleep from earlier in the week...