OOC: Time got away on me, sorry folks. I could’ve sworn I just posted, but the numbers don’t lie. :)

IC:

After finishing up her planning meetings of the day, Freja settled into her desk in her ready room intent on tackling the paperwork that had accumulated on her desk recently.

It was like everything just multiplied the second her back was turned, but she supposed that was normal. At least every other Captain she’d crossed paths with tended to bemoan the constant influx of niggly things that they had to do in a regular basis.

Her husband was never much help with that. She’d learned long ago to stop complaining to him. Her Vulcan husband seemed to revel in his paperwork.

Shaking her head to clear the thought, she refilled her coffee, rolled up her sleeves and sat down to tackle some waiting work.

~Freja Andreassen~