I'm having an unusually good day at work.
I've done some work, but I've also had a few cups of decaff and read my book, registered to vote, played some music and generally let go a bit.
There is still some stuff to do, but what is the point of me rushing about when I keep hitting a brick wall? I am chasing a UberBossMan, and I can only chase him for so long before chanting "**** this for a lark" and going to register with another agent (the one who is flashing money at me, which is, as such things do, looking tempting again) this afternoon.