It’s been something of a trying week, work-wise.
It hasn’t been bad, of course. The Boy headed back home on Wednesday, which has left me with lots of time to hang out with my parents, visit with Chan and her husband, witness a prank pregnancy scare from Linlin (“Sorry guys, I just had to. I know, it was super-immature of me, I’m so sorry!”) and dim sum with my family.
Not one to leave me unattended, however, The Boy gifted me with my own personal cheerleader (of a sorts) before he left:
I’ve named him Biga, the bread zombie. (This mostly came about because I parked him in the kitchen on Thursday, to supervise my dad baking double batches of his famous challah, cinnamon, and fruit breads.)
He was my cheerful companion yesterday, which witnessed a solid run at finishing up a work project, then a meltdown when the work vanished away into database oblivion, then tears, then me re-doing most of it. Throughout my panic and wrath, Biga cheerfully intoned “Breeeaaaaad” and other such pithy statements.
It’s possible he’s just part of the first wave — Z-reconnaissance — although I prefer to think of him as a domesticated zombie. Still, I’ll clearly have to keep an eye on him.