I got nothing

I feel sapped of energy at the moment. It's the variety of entropy best met by wrapping oneself in quilts with a pile of books and a quantity of beverage near to the elbow suitable for sipping leisurely. Instead, I have answered the call of duty; resolutely riding herd on my fellow man in pursuit of their next few minutes of afterglow. It's amazing how much the incentive of drawing pay will backstop a work ethic.

Other than that, it's been a wet, drear, and chill in the way of creeping to the bone in tendrils of draft permeating otherwise cozy environs. Sadly, the weather has been playing merry hell with customer flow.

Perhaps that is for the best since it seems an issue from last winter has survived to vex us again. The roof leaks. It's proven impossible to discern from above and the building itself seems designed to obfuscate the extent from within. Until it actually begins to drip upon the floor. I dread to contemplate what sort of damage is being wrought before it saturates through enough to drip.

I'll get it sorted out one way or another. Just part and parcel with my day.