I am up here at work, but I can’t concentrate on anything. I’ve read the smattering of email that’s come in, and that’s to the good. Otherwise, nope.
It was really odd, waking up at 4:00 p.m. yesterday afternoon, and thinking that I’d slept until today at four. It was a good five minutes before I was firmly convinced that it was still Friday.
I’m on the downhill slope of this, but I still feel like I’ve been repeatedly run over with my own truck. So all my plans for yesterday—working today, doing a little Web work, then going to have dinner with Amy and Jeff—all gone. About the only thing that I’m good for right now is snot.
I’m a veritable snot factory. Yeah.