How is it that losing one work day to a Monday holiday puts me two days behind? I mentioned that to a friend at coffee this morning, and I’ve been thinking about it all day. Which might explain why I had to work until 8:30 on a Friday night to get caught up through Thursday’s tasks. I’ve been running in place and losing ground all week. It’s kind of wearing, you know?

Of course, the fact that my 25-hour internal clock costs me an hour of sleep every night, compounded geometrically, doesn’t help. Today started slowly, as every day does. Then it stopped. I puttered around until my mental battery died. For most of the middle of the day, there was nothing I could do but nothing at all. It wasn’t worth the effort to try to stay awake.

And that’s really why I was still working away during the game tonight. I’ve never had any trouble getting things done while a baseball game was going on in the background. With TiVo, I don’t even have to miss anything. If only I could rewind the last seven seconds of real life as easily as I can rewind seven seconds of live TV.

You’re probably going to tell me I can get caught up tomorrow. After all, don’t I always spend my Saturdays working? Believe it or not, I’m going to be out all day, doing something. I don’t think I can fall two more days behind, since there’s only one day left. Besides, right now I’m thinking about not sleeping in more than I’m thinking about not working. That makes planning my Sunday a lot easier, though.

In the interest of full disclosure, I was sick and out of commission all day Monday, so I wouldn’t have got anything done even if it hadn’t been a holiday. That’s small comfort now, but it beats no comfort at all. I’ll take my comfort when I can get it, and in whatever size and flavor it’s offered (although I would prefer a double scoop of chocolate, thanks).