December 2, 2002
Off to work with a mixture of anticipation, and some small trepidation. The new premises have potential, but I have a lot of work to do before Christmas and I'm sure that people will want me to do more. I'm worried that I might give myself concussion when I stand up in my office; those low beams look sturdy. I'm delaying the inevitable now; I'm going to have to tackle the peak hour city traffic for the first time in order to get there. I look out my window and watch a wind blown Wattle tree. Things could be worse.