No.

There is no good way of telling your boss her scented candles make you nauseous, and could she please close the door when she lights them? (severe nausea and a headache third day in a row, otherwise I would have kept my mouth shut)

Otherwise not much to report. Despite stubborn screen/sunlight/hyacinth-headache, this Monday is somehow easier to survive knowing that even if you wanted to take the first plane somewhere sunny, you bloody well can't due to the volcano eruption. No one knows when the planes will take off again so, you know, good luck.
(my newly bleached hair and new nail polish called 'Miami' are otherwise very ready to jet to somewhere, anywhere, but here. It was -1 this morning)