Well, I have work documents printed out, ready to go, and I’m going to keep up with my planned Tue-Thu-Sat run at the gym. Of course, going to Mississippi on Saturday will make that a little fun, but I figure an hour meeting plus two three-hour drives means I have eight hours cut out of my day, realizing that I’ll have an hour’s slop or so in there somewhere.
If the meeting’s early, I leave early and work out when I get back–which I’ll need to do after six hours in the truck in order to fight a case of the dead ass. If the meeting’s late, I’ll just work out before I go. I’d actually it rather be early than late, but I haven’t heard back yet.