On the first Saturday after the time change, my personal tradition is to sleep as late as possible. Last weekend I talked about staying up for twenty-four hours to get ready for the change. This weekend it wouldn't be out of the question to stay in bed for twenty-four.
Imagine my surprise, then, when I woke up at eight this morning and couldn't get back to sleep. I took advantage of the extra time and started working. In spite of the perfect weather and the need to pull weeds, I spent almost the whole day working, except for the two hours when Mom came by and we watched Memento.
The Company got a big check in the mail, which meant I suddenly had dozens of suppliers who could be paid. This was payment on a state job, late as usual, and most of the bills dated back to February. I needed to get checks written and ready to mail out Monday, about sixty thousand dollars' worth. That's a lot for a fly-by-night construction company.
And in the middle of watching the movie, I heard the fax machine roar back to life. The Boss was sending me a four-page letter to type. (I waited until after Mom left to do it.)
Because I hadn't been able to sleep in, I was a bit short-tempered and cranky all day. It got worse later in the afternoon, and several times I had to stop writing checks so I could slam my fist down on the desk and stomp around the room for a few laps.