Yesterday was sufficiently behind schedule that I did not reach the north end of the state until about four hours later than my original estimate, and then had dessert in the intended rendevous diner (technically a breakfaster, open from ten at night to three in the afternoon and specializing in things like eggs) not quite alone but without the company of the friend I’d expected to meet.

Then, sometime around midnight before I had run into the construction on the Turnpike that set my E.T.A. back from two to two thirty in the morning, I received word by cellular phone that the friend I had volunteered (or been volunteered, I’m still not completely certain) to move expected us to be there by ten in the morning.  That meant an hour of sleep after finishing yesterday’s work, and then an hour after getting kids on buses, and then I stole another hour before getting dressed, getting their late but as they were pretty much just getting started.  It was mid-afternoon by the time we were finished with the task, and approaching dinnertime by the time I was back in the house.

Things did not run smoothly even then.  I requested that a particular member of the household wash dishes, and he indicated that he would do so after he finished some homework.  Since the kitchen situation would have made it difficult even to serve leftovers (my intended meal for the night) I decided to get another hour of sleep before tackling the matter.  Then someone or something woke me every twenty minutes over the next three hours, at the end of which I was more cross than rested, but had to feed the youngest so he could get to bed.

I’ve not yet decided whether I’m going to push through the Tuesday work today or send myself to bed, but I suppose first I should see how long it takes to get through the forum posts, and how I feel at that point.  I’ve a stack of extra tasks tucked into tomorrow, but not so bad that I can’t manage them, depending on the weight of the e-mail.

–M. J. Young