I’m fairly sure my body hates me.
Come about 1500 yesterday, I had the following conversation with my Houston-based boss:
Him: You worn out yet?
Me: [laughter] I hit that point last week, I think.
Him: You coming in tomorrow?
Me: Yeah.
Him: To do what?
Me: [ten seconds of lame excuses]
Him: Okay. Well, I’ll be off.
Me: Smart man.
We went on to talk other things, but the more I thought about it … couldn’t I clear decks in the two hours I had left in my day?
I could. I did. Of course, as soon as I left work, I headed straight to church, where we had choir for three hours. I got home, answered some email while Charlie Gibson told me what the latest news was as the dinner hour, and then pretty much went to bed.
Predictably, I’ve been wide-awake since 0400. I could sleep in a little today, maybe all the way to 0800, and my body’s all, “Let’s go! Up and at ‘em! Got dragons to slay!”
If I ever needed five days away from the office, it’s … right now.
Here’s to the hope that your holiday weekend is a time of refreshment and rest. Ya gotta take a break sometime.
November 22nd, 2006 at 07:27Well, I feel a whole lot better after having finally gotten back to sleep about 0600 and really being out another three hours.
November 22nd, 2006 at 09:37It’s a good start!
November 22nd, 2006 at 09:59Enjoy your break!
November 22nd, 2006 at 11:53