I have a big deadline next week. On Monday night, I stayed at the office until about midnight to get a build off to the client. There is Yulblog tonight, my office Xmas party (long story) on Friday, and another outing tomorrow. I just ain’t getting much sleep this week.

So I figured last night (Tuesday) would be my only night of decent rest for the week. Got home from work at 7 pm, intending only to work out and then vedge. But the client called at 8h30 pm to request changes to the build sent MONDAY, something that could not humanly have been asked for during any of the WORKING HOURS ON TUESDAY. Got dressed, called the programmer, went back to the office (with Comet), got changes done.

Home at midnight. Still time for a workout, I can be in bed by 1 am and get 7 hours of sleep. Halfway through the workout, the doorbell rings, and it’s lightspeeddad with two coffees, come to wait out the nocturnal visitor. Don’t finish my workout, end up not sleeping well at all, thinking about work, the flasher, and how desperately I need to get some sleep tonight.

Get in this morning, and find out that Comet took a dump in front of the president’s office.