Last week I worked through the night twice and, generally, didn't get home before 11:30pm. Happily, we met the Friday deadline that had been keeping us up at night. After an afternoon team meeting and late, but delicious dinner with some other associates (although a hot meal of any kind would have tasted great after scavenging from convenience stores all week), I was so happy to get some sleep.
I hit the sack around 1am on Saturday and didn't wake up until Sunday at 10am. There was no tossing or turning, or getting up for a drink or a restroom break--I slept like a rock. As soon as I woke up, I fumbled for my Blackberry and panicked a little. Had there been a team meeting at the office that I missed? Had I failed to respond to an assignment memo? Fortunately, there hadn't been any emails that required a response while I was comatose. Huge sigh of relief.
I took advantage of the free time on Sunday to buy some groceries and do some laundry. As if on cue, the work emails started back up almost as soon as I had finished folding the last load of laundry.
|Ran into this year of the snake display|
on my way to the grocery store--happy new year!