incandescens | counting the hours

Some of the queries we are getting about the new OPCS classification for coding of operations, at work, are intelligent, well-reasoned, sensible, and practical.

Some aren't.

You can probably deduce the rest.

Apparently a couple of parcels are headed my way from archonia and from amazon.fr. I hope they arrive on Friday or Saturday; I might actually be in to receive them, if so. For once.

Everyone at work is practically counting the hours till the Easter long weekend. Including me.

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A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.

-- William Blake