My main main Lileks says he’s been too busy lately and needs a week filled with nothing. Amen brother, says I, I feel your pain.
Still, I survived last night’s whirling cauldron of potential despair and came out of it, not unscathed but at least with the glimmerings of a workable plan to get us through the weekend and the big work project of 2003. (I wish I had some way to emphasize those words, maybe with some sort of timpanum accompaniment – like Toyota-thon 2003! or something similar) It was a rough day though, started at 4 AM when I went from deep slumber to unsettled snatches of sleep bothered by routing configurations and all manner of horrible invocations of Murphy’s Law running through my head. Finally ended at midnight after I had made it home only to find out that something had gone sideways and needed about three-quarters of an hour on the phone to fix.
At least I was home, one of my colleagues didn’t get home until near 1. Painful.
So, no Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead for me this weekend, which I try not to think about because it really pisses me off. The whole goddamned family worked out a schedule to see this show for me, basically, and now this horrid, soul-sucking job has shat all over those carefully coordinated plans.
Oh well, there’s hope right up until the moment the curtain raises and I’m not sitting in the audience right?
It’s enough to drive a man to drink.
It’s noon somewhere.