Ah, the dulcet tones of the Production Office when there’s a 10am call and a projected exceedingly late wrap – The fridge sadly cranking along, two keyboards clacking away as two sets of hands type bored IMs to friends lucky enough to not be stuck at work at almost 11pm on a Saturday night.

You’ll notice “the drone of the air conditioner” is not included on this list because…well, it’s not on. And the engineer who actually knows how to turn it on has gone home. And the windows don’t open here.

I’m getting a little sleepy. And I can’t leave until they wrap. This is going to be a looooong evening.

At least a) I have gotten every bit of work I possibly can out of the way, b) I did my PT exercises so I don’t have to when I get home, and c) I discovered that Netflix Watch Now has the Dragnet Blue Boy episode on it. This is the most gloriously paranoid half-hour of television ever.

After watching it with the poor PA who’s stuck here with me, he said, “You know, this was only fifteen years before Hill Street Blues. I can’t imagine how they came that far that quickly.” He’s damn right.

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