Must Be Sunday
The weekend has passed. My intention of going into the office today to prepare for tomorrow, to catch up on things that were due last week and will now be doubly due this week proved a fool's errand as I drove around downtown looking for a parking space, not finding a parking space and finally getting the message. Sometimes even I get the message.
I have a colonoscopy scheduled in Palo Alto for Tuesday, happy Tuesday, and I'm thinking for Tuesday, at least, I'll lie back, take the drugs and unload some of this stress. Except that's not how it works. I don't want to go to Palo Alto on Tuesday. I don't want to go to the office, any office, anymore on any day so today must be Sunday and my brain is preparing for the upcoming onslaught.
That doesn't sound good.
It doesn't, does it. I'll be OK tomorrow, but this has been a weekend with little to relate, with little more than a rental movie and a nap and then another nap and then this afternoon actually doing the laundry; a weekend when I should just keep my mouth shut, here in Oakland.