There wasnít much daylight to save today. It was gray and cold all day, and by mid afternoon it was raining hard. I was quite content not to have to be out in it. I had neither reason nor excuse to set foot outside the front door during the whole grisly day, and by the time a bit of sunshine peeked through, I was pretty much settled in.
Isnít it ironic, though, that the light stays longer and yet the night seems to come too soon. We invent a way to measure the sunís trek across the sky, and then we tinker with it until it doesnít mean anything. My poor old body is so confused it wanted breakfast at noon and lunch at 6:00 pm. I couldnít even get in a decent nap, although I could hardly keep my eyes open. And this is only the first day.
I canít say I didnít try to get some work done today, in spite of it all. I can say that I didnít try very hard. Iíve been in a more or less permanent fog since at least Thursday night (some would say a lot longer), but at least I made a (minimal) effort. I dashed off a reconciliatory note to the Boss this morning and faxed it to him, with a question I needed an answer to.
And when I didnít get my answer, I didnít press the issue. I just never got around to getting started on anything, which is the way I wanted it in the first place. It just makes it that much easier, having someone else to blame. It wonít make it any easier when Monday morning comes, but thatís way in the future some time, so itís not worth thinking about.