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 Iíve 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 Thursdayís tasks. Iíve been running in place and losing ground all week. Itís 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, doesnít 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 wasnít worth the effort to try to stay awake.
And thatís really why I was still working away during the game tonight. Iíve never had any trouble getting things done while a baseball game was going on in the background. With TiVo, I donít 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.
Youíre probably going to tell me I can get caught up tomorrow. After all, donít I always spend my Saturdays working? Believe it or not, Iím going to be out all day, doing something. I donít think I can fall two more days behind, since thereís only one day left. Besides, right now Iím thinking about not sleeping in more than Iím thinking about not working. That makes planning my Sunday a lot easier, though.